I don't know if I count. It seems I may have inadvertently retired 9 years ago. (My husband is still working full time and then some, and will be for years, in large part because he gets personal satisfaction and has personal job-related goals). At the time, it seemed like I was quitting for 25 years to be a trailing overseas spouse. 2.5 years overseas became 9, and my career couldn't be more dead. I am also a bit ruined. There was a time I felt desperate to return to work. We don't have kids, and being a SAHW was not really my jam, especially when I didn't really know people and had little social interaction. I worked very part time, doing something I loved and 100% would have done for free. But eventually, I figured out HOW to live without work, and it would be so hard to go back now, especially for shit pay (see: 9 year resume gap) and when we don't need the money.
Anyway, we are back in the States, am happily working on the great American [smut] novel, which I may or may not ever try to monetize.
I've never been fucking happier. I recently started a thread about money buying happiness. I am astounded at how I feel. I didn't know this level of contentedness was possible, and I'd say I've overall lived a very good, happy life. But this is another level. Two days ago, a SAHM friend called me up and on a hour's notice, we went to a Smithsonian museum for a couple hours in the middle of the day, just because we could. I've ready 4 books in the last week. I'm working on my fitness and finally found something that I love, rather than something I force myself to do because it was the most efficient way to spend 45 fitness minutes (and which I would consequently rarely do). Weights coming off slowly, but it's happening. We eat SOOOOO much better. I still hate to cook (and very un-mustachianly, I often don't), but I do it more often because I don't resent the time, even if I still don't enjoy the process. I am an actual part of my community. I know that the owner of the coffee shop where I write is STILL waiting for the new door he ordered and that Stuart, my favorite barista, enjoys skateboarding. (The guy here almost every day reading, with his cup of black coffee and his carved walking stick, is "Rod".
There are other factors in my extreme happiness, but I 100% wouldn't be feeling this way if I was working.
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Even though this is already too long (it's hard not to gush when you are THIS happy!), I want to respond to the comments about part-time. When I was still working, for a couple of years I went to a 30 hours a week job. Every Friday off. I found that it made a huge difference for me. Friday was for errands and appointments, meaning that my weekends were freed up for hiking and reading and spending time with people I cared about. It wasn't perfection, but for me, it did make a big difference. I took the job because I was unhappy at the previous one and the pay was nearly the same for 25% fewer hours. When I got an offer for a large pay raise, I went back to 40 hours, and it was tough. I was just reaching the point (2 years) where they allowed people to shift to 9/80 and was very much looking forward to having a day back, at least every other week. So in my case, at least, part time did improve my QOL, when I had it.