Yeah I have felt this for a long time. I was lazy since childhood. Hated going to school. Hated work. Did bare minimum everywhere or worked only out of fear of survival. Luckily got this high paying job and looking at the possibility of FIRE. Being a single income family all along didn't help much but hopefully will be done with work life soon. I definitely care for my family and children and would be working for long enough to give them a good financial support; pay for college and help them achieve FI too. Hence the 2.5m goal. I am frugal and could happily FIRE now at 1.2m in a VLCOL and still pay their college. But I will not give up till I reach the 2.5m (hopefully in 5 years) so that I can give both kids a 1.5 million each by the time they are 40 years
It is not like I don't care but I can't get myself to do things. I am diabetic but I am too lazy to walk / exercise daily. People say spending time with kids helps (and I do spend good enough time but in a lazy way like eating out, watching movies with them, snuggling together, lazying in the park on a mat while they play etc) but I think it is not such a big risk that it motivates me to do something about it.
OK, I take back everything I said before. Take your fun money and give it to a therapist. Now.
I want to repeat what
@bridget said: you seem to be
so relieved that you're near the end of the rat race. But why? If you can't fill even a few hours a week now with something enjoyable that induces you to get off your ass, then why in the world do you think you'll magically be happier when you now have even more free time to kill doing absolutely nothing at all? Honestly, at this point the most likely outcome is that you retire and then find yourself incredibly bored and with even less meaning in your life and you spiral into depression and take even worse care of yourself and your family.
Here's the deal: no one can motivate you to get off your ass and participate in your own life except you.
You are the one telling yourself you are lazy;
you are the one convincing yourself that any change you make is doomed to fail before you even start;
you are the one giving yourself permission to allow your ass to fuse itself into the couch. And you've gotten away with it, because you have surrounded yourself with people who are either happy to enable you or are sufficiently satisfied with your bare-minimum effort that they are willing to pick up your slack. Basically, you're behaving the way you are because you can get away with it. And who wouldn't rather, in the moment, watch TV or play video games than do something unpleasant or uncomfortable?
But long-term, you are killing yourself and wasting your life. Look around you. What you see, right now, is exactly how the rest of your life is going to be. In fact, this is probably the
best it's going to be, because your health is going to get worse and your kids are going to become snarky teenagers and at some point your wife is probably going to get fed up with your boring life. When you do what you've always done, you get what you've always gotten.
Of course, it doesn't need to be that way. All it requires is for you to get your ass off the couch and engage in your own life. Take a walk. Get down on the floor and play a game with your 3-year-old. Take over Saturday cooking chores. Be an equal partner to your wife and an equal parent for your children. Pull your own weight. The side bonus is that you will be happier for it.
How do you do that? You make it so you can't do otherwise. You set the router on a timer and unplug the TV after 7 PM. You tell your wife what you are struggling with and ask her to hold you accountable for cooking on Saturdays. You impose some horrible consequence for failing (like, say, donating to a cause you hate). And you reward yourself for succeeding -- like, say, going out to dinner on the last Saturday of the month if you've cooked all of the Saturdays before. You talk to a therapist for other ideas.
The dichotomy you present is pretty interesting. You clearly pride yourself on being frugal and saving for the future -- on deferred gratification, putting long-term benefits over short-term temptations. And yet when it comes to the non-monetary aspects of your own life, you are consistently putting short-term (and short-lived) pleasures over what you damn well know is in your own and your family's best long-term interest. Why is that?
(FWIW, not being mean. You remind me a little too much of my worst fears for my own future once I retire, and that scares the hell out of me. But that's part of the reason I'm seeing a therapist regularly, to break those habits and that self-talk before push comes to shove and I blow whatever time I have left.)