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Demand the same success and fulfilment |
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Progress 55
– for those who demand the same success and fulfillment, in retirement as achieved in their working life
From experience gained over many years, we believe, with some frustration, that retirement planning often falls short of the mark - concentrating on financial aspects, how large your lump sum will be and managing your retirement income, or touching on oblique concepts of life enrichment.
Offering such planning to individuals themselves, often ignores or leaves unexplored, the status and social impact on partners and families.
Looking forward to 30 great “gap years”
Professionals who have enjoyed high levels of success in business, who started out with vision and determination, need more than currently offered.
In response, we have developed Progress 55, for those who will be seeking big things, exciting challenges or even the best in relaxation, from their Autumn years.
Possibly the most insightful luxury weekend away you will ever have!
The Progress 55 seminar will take place in beautiful hotels.
From the seminar dinner on Friday evening to breakfast Sunday morning, the focus is on providing every individual or couple with not just a few notes and ideas for the future but a detailed strategy based on very individual needs and aspirations on all aspects of retirement.
Let’s face it, after an exacting career, it’s the least you deserve!
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Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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