When I was in my 40s, and working sporadically as a self-employed computer programmer, it seemed like a good idea to have a break and travel round the world when I reached 50.
By the time I was 50, I was training for ordination, had just started a new (though shortlived) job, and was much too busy, and too poor, to go travelling.
So it got put off, until 2016. I was 70, had just retired, and the only job title I might claim was Canon Emerita, hence the address of this blog.
“Let’s do it”, I thought, “using the lump sum which is part of one of my pensions to travel while I am still fit enough to enjoy it”.
But, more to the point, I wanted to ask those questions I had to defer while anyone might expect me to have the answers. Who am I? Where am I coming from? Where am I going?
emeritablog: life after work 