“Mom, I want you to retire and stay at home and write.”
That’s what my soon-to-be-7-year-old son said to me this afternoon in the car as we made our way to the tire shop to pick up his father.
For the first time, I actually considered his words. I actually thought of calling my remaining clients and telling them I was retiring and no longer renting that studio one day a week. I considered calling my landlady and telling her I was giving my 30-day notice.
It’s not like I haven’t been winding my practice down since I got serious about writing. I always tell myself I need that one day to get out of the house but in reality, I don’t. I can take a walk around the neighborhood if that’s all I need, get out of the house. Don’t get me wrong; almost twenty years later, I still like my clients. I just like writing more. And when I started out in 1996, I actually went into massage because the schedule fit my freelance writing gigs more then. That was before it turned the other way around and I stopped writing and put all my time and energy into the craft of massage.
But I’m back to writing now. After almost ten years of not writing, resuming in 2012 and then this time, always keeping my eye on the goal, it’s time to make that decision. At least, I don’t have to scramble looking for child care whenever school is not in session, like summer vacation. It’s amazing how expensive child care is and in the last three summers, I haven’t made a profit from my practice at all.
So this day, the second day of the new year, I’ve made my decision. Life is too short to be driving up and down the 405 freeway like a madwoman. It’s too short to not be doing what I love the most.
Life is too short, period.