I left work early so that I could do the stuff I wanted to fit in to my life. Thirty-six years in teaching felt long enough. I loved teaching but running a school was hard work. When you were putting in fourteen-hour days there’s not much time for anything else.
I wanted to see more of my family and friends.
I wanted to write and develop all the ideas that I’d been sketching out. I had thirty-six novels I had roughly written and wanted to complete.
I wanted to travel. The world is an amazing place, full of amazing people, incredible culture, fauna, flora, architecture and geology. Nature and beauty. I wanted to see it all.
I wanted to read. There were hundreds of books that I wanted to savour.
Time and age were the enemies.
Well, I’ve travelled the world from Australia to the Falklands. Seen and touched komodo dragons, cobras and casawaries.
I’ve seen many of the wonders of nature.
I’ve seen some of the greatest works of art, architecture and fashion.
I’ve shared meals and good company with friends and family.
Enjoyed hundreds of memorable gigs, theatre and film.
I’ve read 378 books.
I’ve written 123 books.
That’s a lot to pack into a short fourteen years! There has not been a second wasted.
Surely this is what life is about?
Still going!!