The "R Word"

This week, I've begun to share the news with colleagues that, come May, I will start a new phase of life, one without the grind of daily work-for-pay. You might say I'm "retiring," though that's a loaded word in my vocabulary.

Writers seldom retire, but editorial directors for international development organizations do, so I'll use their nomenclature when necessary. 

The fact of the matter, though, is that I don't much care for the "R word." It sounds like Bermuda shorts and golf courses and happy gray-haired couples staring off into the sunset. 

Which won't look much like what I'll be doing, which is writing and peddling my work, not so much a new thing as an old one with a twist — a return to the freelance world I inhabited happily for decades but with less of the financial pressure. 

Still, it's an adjustment, one I've been mulling over privately for months — and one I can finally mull over publicly here.