gallantwarrior
Gold Member
I'm feeling that urge, too, NoSmo. Climbing, crawling, lifting are all becoming increasingly tedious. I'm looking at winding down the next 2-3 years and getting things set up for my little farm. After the truck is paid off, I'm "retiring", too. Even though I've been offered that full-time professorship at the Uni again (the guy they hired instead of me lasted two semesters and one winter), I just don't feel the gumption needed to start another career.I am about to embark on retirement. I've been to the circus, I saw the elephant and I contacted my retirement service (OPERS) today. What a relief!
For the past three years my health has become a concern. My energy levels are low and climbing stairs into an attic or crawling through a crawl space has become a source of exhaustio. I'm not complaining nor am I seeking sympathy. It's a fact of life that after suffering through diabetes and a sluggish thyroid, Father Time is sending me signals that my line of work was cut out for a much fitter, younger man.
So, there it is. Money is not a worry as I am single and, with the exception of groomers and vet bills, I have no dependents. I have travelled extensively with my work visiting Europe on a few occasions as well as becoming intimately familiar with every major city on the east coast. I had a project in Puerto Rico where I lived for a year and a half. I'm ready to settle down.
Settle down and write. Compile the stories I have unraveled here for you, write memoirs of my adventures, embellishing them with love and laughter. That's something I've wanted to do for quite some time.
Remember the old TV show The Waltons? John Boy wanted to be a writer and I shared his ambitions long before I ever saw Richard Thomas and Ralph Waite play out those ambitions on Tuesday nights.
Now I have the time and means and motivation to pursue those latent ambitions.
Good luck on your new endeavor. It will no doubt be a big life change, may your writing bring you great joy and satisfaction.