Time Flies

I am writing this narrative for a prompt question from https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/06/29/reenas-xploration-challenge-286/

There are many things I would like to find time for and can’t.

My writing, has always been something I have done for myself. From the age of eight, and perhaps way before that; reading, writing, is my hobby, and a job I would love to do full time. I work eight hours a day, and when I clock off, I only have a small amount of hours I can write for my blog, and my novel.

Sometimes, especially when I wake up late, I cannot edit my novel. I make sure I write on my blog every day. Even if it is just one post. Is the writing something I am proud of? Yes, mostly.

In an ideal world, I would write on my novel in the morning, go to work, and write on my blog in the evening. Days, like today, I have just been round my daughters, to help tidy up. Only because she hasn’t been well, but I don’t mind because my mum did that for me.

I retire when I am sixty, I have decided that already.

Where I work is mostly a young person’s job. Everything is changing, and it is about time I did find time for myself. I will get my Royal Mail pension, and work pension. Perhaps I will need to work part-time, but I will choose a different type of work. I would love to work in a library, or even write for other people, get to write their memoirs for loved ones to read of their adventures. My own mum led a life, and would make a great book one day.

Life begins at sixty, that’s what I say.