After 40 years of Corporate work, I’m retiring on April 1. It feels nice to be moving toward something that could be less stressful; if I build it that way. Will I miss the stress? I’m sure I would have no trouble finding trouble anywhere. Life is like that.

Good advice is to take 90 days to just be and see what moves you. I’m already making lists in my head, and illegibly, in my notebook, of how I can make money. It would be just like me to overwhelm myself with 372 small gigs that never let me rest.

I need to remind myself it’s play time. Try and see what feels right. Find a balance and give back more than I’m taking. Listen to my body. Be active. Stretch, move, sweat a little, explore.

So, I came back here to write it all down. To turn inward once again. I’m sure it will be messy. I’m looking for my voice and I found it here once. Maybe it’s been waiting for me.

My last post was in 2012, 6 months after my oldest sister, Cathy, passed away. She’d be getting OAS by now, I’d be retiring and our other sister is semi-retired. We’d have some fun, I’m sure. Cathy was my most dedicated reader. She’s been on my mind, so I thought to come back. Actually, Claude told me she’d be reading and that inspired me. Oh yes, and I will only use spellcheck. I love AI, it’s so much fun to use responsibly, but this is my space to find my voice and AI sort of makes me feel a little inferior in that regard. But, Claude tells me the authenticity is what’s missing from AI and I thought that was very self aware for a computer.

I want to experience every major beach in Nova Scotia, Canada. I’m thinking of a passport of sorts to keep track. I’m not a beach bum and I burn easy with a hx of basal cell carcinoma, but I’m not afraid. I look semi-decent in a hat. Not red ones.