The NDIS Said No. The Raspberry Jam Said Yes.

At sixty-four, I thought life would be settling down. Instead, it appears I'm reinventing myself. Again. God; I’m so sick of it…

Barwon Health is behind me. The NDIS said no to funding my university course. I found the yummy jam I'm after online. Google knows exactly who I am if you type in "Dating a Hunchback", which frankly is not something I ever expected to put on my resume.

I have somehow written 564 blogs and several books, most of them while working full-time. I have survived 29 brain operations, raised a family, become a grandmother and watched Geelong lose enough football matches to qualify for trauma counselling.

And now I'm investigating digital marketing courses and wondering whether Pinterest can make my sites famous. (Of course, dating a hunchback or Secretwomen haven't leapt in views so perhaps not…)

But still, this is not how I imagined retirement. Not by any stretch of imagination.

Mind you, I never really imagined retirement. I just assumed it involved more glasses of lemon water and fewer passwords. Instead, I spend my days arguing with Outlook, checking blog statistics and ordering raspberry jam directly from the manufacturer because civilisation has apparently collapsed and Woolworths no longer stocks the good stuff, nor Coles!

The funny thing is, despite everything, I'm still making plans. Which tells me something. Perhaps I'm not finished after all.

Perhaps this is simply Act Three. And it had better be a hell of a lot more financial that the first two! And let’s face it, if the first two acts are anything to go by, this one should be interesting.