Slipping Back into Harness

When I used this phrase to describe my imminent return from retirement to some part-time work, my peer mentors challenged me. “What do you mean by back into harness?” I let my muse respond… What is a harness?A shackle that constricts and restrains?Straps of bondage as heavy as chains?Stifling freedom, restricting one’s way,Muffling one’s abilityContinue reading “Slipping Back into Harness”

2018 – a time of transition begins

  Yes, this is the year that will see me cease earning and have Jenny and I living off savings for the rest of our natural life.   My life as an earner began as a skinny bespectacled 13 year old selling iced finger buns door to door in Adelaide’s northern suburbs. I would arise earlyContinue reading “2018 – a time of transition begins”