End of an era …
In a few weeks I retire from full-time and paid employment to become a full-time artist. While I have made plans for my ‘retirement’ including making a print studio and organised workshops and courses; the transition after 50 years of ‘work’ will be difficult.
On one hand, I have the joys of fulfilling a childhood dream and on the other a huge space and lack of structure. I have spoken to others about my fears but have been assure that they are exhausting and unfounded.
So I have decided to grasp the nettle … not the stinging kind but one like this one I came across in the Book of British Flora for boys and girls by Mabel Coleclough.
I will at some point have to abandon my blog … begun when I had much to say about libraries, dead languages and my life surrounding those interests. So, I suppose this is where my regrets and fears come from and until I face them and celebrate my new life, there will be tension but I am thinking there is no harm in that is there?