Today we celebrate Poetry at Work Day – the day each year we bring poems to work, share them with colleagues, read them aloud in small (or large) groups, perhaps leave a few on cafeteria tables, wallpaper them on our computer screens, and generally celebrate poetry in the workplace.
Last spring, I found myself rediscovering poetry at work. And rediscovering a sense of gratitude about work.
Three years previously, I had retired (a bit early). It was one of those “You know, it’s just time to go” kind of decisions. I still had much to offer, but, well, I’ll just leave it at that. It was time to go. I can truthfully say I have never regretted the decision. I miss the people I worked with, but I didn’t miss the organizational politics, the constant internal upheavals, and the frenzied “every day a new crisis” atmosphere. And I put my newly found free time to good use – writing, including two novels; editing; work with online publications; and spending more time with the grandchildren.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.