I retired on the 9 June this year. I said I was retiring to write full time. I reached a point where running someone else's company as the General Manager, really the COO, didn't leave enough time or energy to write. I was also a mother to a twenty one year old who was still financially dependent on me while at university and living at home. I was a dog mum. I was a partner in a relationship that was still fairly new but solid, fulfilling and supportive. Something had to give
Imposter syndrome and the question "Am I good enough?" sit in the same place for me. They show up at the same time. They feel the same in my body. They arrive every time I publish and every time I start something new.
I decided at Christmas that I wanted to write full time, give up the main job. Retire.
At first I didn't frame it as writing. I framed it as retiring. That is what I told people I was doing and being able to retire ten years early is a wonderful thing. Those that know me will tell you I wasn't going to slow down, rest and retiring didn't mean what it should. That will come later I'm sure but not right now.
