I was reflecting today how this week features the anniversaries of two significant changes to my life.
Six years ago, I quit my job and entered the world of semi-retirement / self-employment. My writing career, which had just barely started while I was still working full-time, has obviously taken on a whole life of its own in the ensuing years. I can't imagine I'd have seven books and four novels to my name in 2014 if I'd kept slaving away at the salt mines as I'd been doing for twenty-two years at that point in August of 2008. It's been a great run so far and it's such a great feeling to have zero regrets about such a potentially disastrous decision.
Three years ago around this time, following the death of my Uncle Bruce, there was a family get-together organized to honour his memory. It was at that barbeque that my brother Richard and I reconnected, and in the thirty-six months since then he and his wife Meena have become close friends to Vicki and I in a way that I could never have imagined before that encounter. It's one of those things where, were I to travel back in time three years and a day, I doubt the version of me from 2011 would've believed for a second what the future would hold regarding that fractured relationship.
A couple of recent life-changing events for me, both hitting anniversaries as I enjoy the second half of this summer. Not bad at all!
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