At age 17, I dreamt of writing the great Canadian novel. I planned to get a general B.A. and take a few years off to travel and write about my experiences.
But when push came to shove, I gave in to my practical Italian side. Instead, I majored in mathematics and pursued a teaching career. I planned to teach during the day and spend my evenings, weekends and holidays churning out best-selling novels.
How hard could it be? The school day ended in mid-afternoon, and I had 12 weeks of holiday time. That would give me plenty of time to devote to my true passion.
That was the dream.
The reality was very different.
Even though I had many satisfying and fulfilling moments throughout my career, I found the teaching profession to be a very challenging and demanding one. I never had the time and energy to start a writing practice.
Two years ago, I decided to take advantage of early retirement.
So far, I have no regrets. I am spending more time with family and friends and experimenting with a variety of hobbies and activities.
The writing dream is still alive and well. I write almost every day and have sold many of my articles and book reviews.
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