Today is Business Day 3 of my official retirement. Let me first say that “retirement” is a silly word — especially when you use it at the ripe old age of 37. Perhaps I’m “just on a break”? Yeah. We’ll go with that. A Friends reference is always a good place to start.
I must also say that last week was nothing less than charmed. I wrapped up my work, turned in my laptop and finally they had to pry my company-owned Blackberry from my GI Joe Kung Fu grip. Painful. Am possibly having withdrawls.
I also was sent off in style with lunch with (now former!) colleagues and a lovely happy hour from my hospital board. I will miss that Board most of all.
I sent my “goodbye and here is my new contact info” emails and heard from people I hadn’t talked with in years. It’s an amazing thing when your Outlook contacts come to life. Trolling through that list of people was a historical account of my career – good and bad. Old bosses, bad clients, old friends who are new again, old bosses who were friends, past colleagues and the then president of the American Express Bank. (Man, that was truly a highlight.)
28 days earlier I turned in a little letter. For 28 days I worried, stressed and freaked straight the hell out about my decision. I cried six times. All for different reasons. Did I do the right thing? HOW are we going to manage in this new lifestyle?
On Day 29 it all became very clear. I got a call from an editor. Who wants to hire me for some consistent magazine freelance work.
Somebody wants to pay me to write.
And there it was. A new path full of promise and time for my family. I don’t know where it might go, but it’s a path worth following.
And I think it all started with this little purple site.