We had talked about retiring young and moving to the Caribbean back before my first cancer diagnosis. We talked about it again right before the lockdown, but dropped the idea. Because retiring at that time wasn't acceptable to either of us.
Last April, the hospital admins were being particularly stupid. And we asked ourselves why we were still working. We were debt free, had good retirement accounts, and a good chunk of cash. So we walked in Monday morning, cleaned out our locker, went to the bosses office, said "we're done" and handed her our badges.
Next month will be a year, and I wholeheartedly endorse retirement. It's wonderful.