After almost seven years, I’m leaving my son’s company where I have climbed to the position of Financial/Legal Manager. And, during that same length of time, I’ve come to dislike the word ‘retirement’ immensely.
Sure I’m at an age where many people do retire. And many look forward to it. They no longer have nine-to-five schedules; they can sleep late in the morning and read the paper in the afternoon.
But I’ve never really had a nine-to-five schedule, since I’ve been self-employed most of my adult life. As a freelance writer, I certainly had interview appointments and planning sessions to keep; but if I wanted to do the actual creative writing in the middle of the night nobody objected. If I took on another assignment, neither client knew.
I plan to do the same once I’m no longer actively working for Fred Flare. I already have another client, and maybe I’ll look for a second and a third. Maybe not. Either way, I’m not retiring. There’s too much to do.
I think of retirement as a phase where the retiree sits back and doesn’t continue to grow. I understand this is probably a stereotype, but that’s what it feels like to me. I don’t want to retire from Fred Flare as much as I want to phase out and begin a new part of my life. Returning to blogging is part of that plan.
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