The easy (and short) answer is, because I can

I reached the stage of life when schedules aren’t as chaotic with work and family commitments, and my efforts no longer require an income incentive. Writing has always been an enjoyable hobby for me, and I’m sure my mild abilities in this form of communication helped me during my professional career years. However, I never had the time (or financial reason) to do things to become better at it. The writing was a “tool,” not an objective.

My personal environment and daily routine are different now, and I can spend gratifying hours writing without guilt. The free resources for improvement provided by Ms. Google are nearly unlimited, and the craft is one even the most skilled authors never completely master. No goal-line exists! To me, this is invigorating—because I’m coming to the end of so many other things in life.

I’ve wrestled my last match, caught my last fly-ball, and danced my last limbo. I’m married to my last wife, had my last child, and will never own another cat. I won’t be jumping out of airplanes or riding bulls anymore—note that I have never done either of these, but it is now too late to consider starting. I’m probably living in my last house, own my last truck, and most likely won’t ever apply for another job. In the not-too-distant future, I’ll ski down my last slope, fix my last roof, and view my last sunset from a mountain I just climbed.

The activities becoming extinct due to advancing age are not reasons for melancholy. At this stage of life, the list of “things done” is simply longer than the list of “things to do.” Plenty of enjoyable hours remain for trips to take, friends to see, and memories to make (refer to Rounding Third, in the poems section of this website).

Additionally, writing offers much yet to learn, a fulfilling exercise my energy and strength will allow me to pursue for quite a long time. For this particular hobby, I’m not as close to The End as I am The Beginning.