I am about to jump off a very high cliff into uncharted waters for the first time in my life. I'm thinking 53 years is probably long enough to play it safe. It's the risk-takers who go places after all. Some of this new venture has been thrust upon me due to issues of health, but some of it is a desire to not miss chasing the dreams that I haven't caught yet. There are several out there and they're clamoring for my attention pretty loudly. So, Friday will be my last day of work in a conventional job. It's a little scary, actually very scary, especially considering the fact that there are health-related issues and I very likely will no longer have health insurance. I've been a type 1 diabetic for 42 years. I've never been without health insurance. Not really sure how that is going to work, but, for now, it's what I have to do. I've developed a few complications from the overly sweet blood coursing through my veins for all these years, mainly a neuropathic foot, which means when I face north my toes on my left foot face slightly west. It sounds like such a small problem but medical authorities are telling me it is a big deal and I need to stay off of it for a long time.
My plan is to work on getting my body ready to last another half century. That will take some time. I want to start putting some of these characters running around in my head on paper. I'm going to de-stress, and cook all kinds of things, from the comfort of a chair, of course, and I'll play on Twitter, because I really like it, and it makes me feel like less of a recluse. I would like to take some classes online. I'm going to snog the dogs and listen to my daughter talk about her new writing projects, and school, and guys, and all that fun stuff Moms get to do.
So, the adventure begins. There may be some tossing on stormy seas for some of the way but the horizon is out there and I know the colors will be gorgeous.