Yes – right smack in the middle of the summer – scratching my head about a COVID year to come. I made the decision to retire. Sometimes the higher power in your life guides you oh so gently to the next stage in your life, and sometimes this higher power comes down like a hammer paving a new road that was beyond clear. Such was the case this summer. This crucible of a summer started early with the COVID craziness. Having to move theatre classes on-line was just a mess. Everything about live theatre was so antithetical to what I believe in theatre. Attached to this was a pleasant reminder that age 62 was creeping up in just days and that involved an invitation to something called Social Security.
AND attached to this was a letter from my state retirement system that let me know I was now fully invested and that a pension was waiting for me at a moment’s notice. AND attached to this was a bank statement that joyfully let me know that all of those years of tucking my pennies away was going to present a comfortable path to take both me and my husband to 95. AND a few visits to the doctors was letting me know that I would be wrestling with some serious issues. AND my group of students were truly riled up about being cooped up in the house for endless weeks and they were mad. – I mean how bad was this country going to become????- How sick was the world becoming – AND of course the coming election – enough said on that! And my body and mind were tired – and in need of repair. A higher power was pointing the way CLEARLY to my Act 2.