It has occurred to me that a bit of clarification may be in order concerning my last post. I did not mean for anything I wrote yesterday to be construed as me having a pity party. I am not sitting here wallowing in self-pity. Just the opposite!
It has now been three weeks since I claimed my freedom. While it is true that life seems to have conspired, as it often does, to throw a monkey wrench into my plans, I am in fact a happier person right now than I have been in a very long time.
Eventually I will have to find another job; that is true. But even though winter is not my favorite time of year, I am thoroughly enjoying my freedom, while it lasts.
One example: I cannot tell you how delighted I was not to have to try to get to and from work in the weather we had last week. WIN!! 🙂
But it is also true that I retired earlier than planned, which means the old savings account is a bit anemic for my retirement to be permanent. Hence the fact that in less time than I care to think about, I will be out job-hunting for the first time since the mid-1980’s.
Job hunting after all that time is a scary thought. But I knew that was going to be part of the package the day I handed my resignation letter to my supervisor.
All of which makes it more baffling to me why I have lost my desire to write about jazz. I love writing and I love jazz, so what’s the problem?
That’s a good question. There are other things going on in my life right now, which I have not shared here, and it’s possible that is where the root of the problem lies.
As the old saying goes, time will tell.
Thanks for reading this.
Wood Village, Oregon
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