One Week

It’s been officially one week since my retirement. I’m still getting acclimated.

Sure, I have a list of things to accomplish, but there’s still a sense of not knowing exactly what I should be doing.

There’s a little guilt in thinking “I can’t just sit here.”

I’m not planning to do that, but it’s been a slow week.

In my defense, I had tech Saturday for my upcoming show (opening September 13 with River City

River City Community Players
September 13-14, 20-21

Community Players), then the wife and I took a quick trip to a family reunion.

Along the way, which involved ten hours of driving in two days, the arthritis in the knee flared up and that meant no walking routine on Tuesday. I’m getting there and the knee is much better.

That did, however, change some plans.

At night in rehearsals, and in the day I’m slowly figuring out things.

I did manage to finish the draft of my next children’s book.. And yes, when it’s ready, you’ll know.

It’s not all been fun and games.

Yesterday my son said goodbye to his dog. Nola was the most faithful, loving, exuberant, and strong-willed dog I’ve ever known. But the cancer was taking her and the treatment options just weren’t there.

Rest in Peace, Nola Marie Fletcher. Grampy loves you.

Did You Miss Me?

Image: Freddy Castro via Unsplash

Well, I’m back, I think.

When last we met I told you I was contemplating abandoning this blog and perhaps focusing my writing over on my author page: Michael R. Fletcher VA.

That’s been my plan over the last month and a half. Until I officially retired this past weekend.

I’ve put too much time and effort into this blog just to let it go.

Truth is, there was just a lot going on in July. And I do mean a lot.

If you know, you know. If not, maybe I’ll put it in a book some day.

All that to say that Saturday morning, my last “official” day of employment. I started rethinking the writing

Morning Cup 9/3/2024

and the blog.

For a long time leading up to retirement and really to the last post in July, I was making plans for social media interaction, art projects, things to posts, things to sell, and it was causing not a small amount of stress.

I finally told myself “no, I don’t need to do that.”

I don’t need to figure out how to be an influencer, or a marketer, or an online coach, or any of that.

I just need to be me. I need to write. I need to create art.

If it catches on fire and makes me a bazillionaire, then great.

If not. I’ll be just fine.

And, for now anyway, I’ll be right here.

Well, maybe not every day.