As it's almost exactly 6 months since my last day at work I thought I'd review the situation. Am I happy with the decision? Yes - totally. Have I adjusted to it? No possibly not completely as I still have the niggling feeling I ought to be doing something with a work feeling to it. It's that blessed Protestant work ethic I suppose.
I have every intention of doing either an Open University course or writing a book next year. I'm mulling over the idea of writing non-fiction instead of a novel as I think my talents probably lie more in that direction. Then there's the fact there is a much bigger market for non-fiction which makes it more likely it would be published. But more of that later when I've decided how to put my current thinking into action.
Then there's the inside of the house to decorate and the housework to do so there's plenty to occupy me not to speak of all those books to read. In short I love it and I'm really glad I took the plunge. It certainly felt right at the time - and that is always how I assess any big decision. Staying at work felt like doing the worst possible thing in the world when given the choice. I suspect there are several people left in the office I was in who wish they'd followed my example.