Retirement

I've been retired a year on July 5th.

One year of no day job but my own.  Not going to lie.  That first month was weird.  I deep-cleaned the house and weeded and spun like a whirling dervish.  I knew I had a due north, but I was so used to being on my feet non-stop and moving moving moving, I had a difficult time slowing my roll.

Gradually.  Gradually.

I began to breathe.  I focused on being in the Sanctuary each day until fourish and worked on my writing.  I've published three books in this year, "Fascination, Chimera, and Canary."  Not bad.  😁

I'm grateful for the time I've been able to spend working on a career that means everything to me.  The opportunity to become the author I'm meant to be.  I can't explain how absolutely vital this is to who I am.

But besides the career, I've been available.

I've been available to watch grandchildren, be Nurse Ratched for Molly's knee operations, and come back to myself.  I've been available to help clean out a grandparents' home, have lunch with friends during the week, and be the weirdo that enjoys shopping at nine o'clock on a Tuesday morning.  I can clean the house, make dinner for Molly, and finish laundry by five.

This time is precious.  This time is...amazing.  I never take it for granted.  Not one minute.

Always writing*