In 2008, I was 44. My kids were grown and gone. I was writing my first novel. I was president of my Rotary Club. I wanted to buy my dream car. In the previous 23 years, hubby had done all vehicle purchases for the family. I hated his boring choices. I wanted a fun, cute car that got amazing fuel economy. So, I saved. I spent $10,000 of my own money on my dream car: A 2000 TDI New Beetle that was dubbed “Sheila the Bug.”
Sheila was quickly adorned with decals of butterflies and flowers. She became a fixture in town. Everyone knew when I was at an event. People spotted me on highways and wrote to ask where I was going. Everyone smiled when they saw her (except the jerk who keyed her in the parking lot of the Delta South Hotel in Calgary or the people whose friends punched them because they didn’t read the sign that she is a “HUG BUG-no punches allowed!” So many little girls eyes lit up as they whispered, “I LOVE YOUR CAR!” She got 1000 km on a tank. I could drive to Calgary and back to the Shuswap on a single tank! What a gal!
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Sheila even hosted a celebrity passenger! In 2014 I picked up Outlander author Diana Gabaldon at the airport to bring her to our local writing conference. When she got into the car, she noticed what was in my bud vase and laughed, “Pocket Jamie gets around!” In my nervous excitement I forgot how to shift gears for a few minutes as we drove through the parking lot! When we were stopped by a paving crew for 20 minutes when we were almost in town, it was the most fun I’d had while stopped by a flagger, as we chatted about what it was like to film her cameo performance in the MacKenzie’s Gathering episode of the Outlander TV show.
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And heavens- I almost forget her ALMOST celebrity passenger! In 2013, we drove by Jamie Fraser himself (that is, Sam Heughan) when he was stranded with his brother on the side of the road in the Trans-Canada Highway as we were going to Calgary! I wrote about that experience here.
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Sheila had 145,000 km when I bought her. We have shared 158,000 km in our 15 years together. We drove as far south as Ellensberg, WA, as far west as Vancouver Island, as far north and east as Stettler AB (not very east or north, really!) I’d aimed to get to 400,000, but it is not to be.
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I have purchased my second car, a 2017 Honda Fit/Honda Jazz. She’s only got 35,000 km. She’ll get a few of Sheila’s decals on her butt in tribute to my first beloved car, so full of character and fun.
Happy trails, Sheila. We’ll miss you.
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Pocket Jamie sat in my bud vase for a decade. He was a promotional item made for the first season of Outlander (which remains the only season I have seen in its entirety. By season 2 they’d made too many changes to Diana’s books for me).
Shawn L. Bird 
Opinion-Waiting for retirement January 16, 2020
Tags: brain injury, carpe diem, change, concussion, dreams, goals, opinion, plans, retirement
I keep running into people who have big plans for their retirement. They’re going to move somewhere with less snow. They’re going to get serious about that hobby. They’re going to start writing that book.
I ask them what I asked myself in 1998: Why wait?
One Spring Break when I was in my thirties with two pre-teen kids, I’d driven south with the kids to see my parents. I went to Vancouver, and sitting in the Water Street station, I looked around at the blooming tulips and plum trees and pondered the foot of snow in my yard back home.
On our 800 km journey back home, we drove past lots of schools. I looked at those schools and had an epiphany. There are teachers working here. Why wait thirty years to move? Why not have the life we want to have NOW?
I returned home and had a chat with my husband. I sent out applications. He interviewed for a transfer in his government job. He had a few offers around the province that he turned down. I was called to an interview in Salmon Arm and subsequently accepted a position. Two days later he was offered a position in Salmon Arm, too. Serendipity and synchronicity. Two months later we were living in a beautiful community that actually had four seasons that appeared when they were supposed to on the calendar (instead of two seasons: ‘winter’ and ‘bugs’). That was twenty years ago.
I dreamed of being a writer, but thought that in my forties, it was too late to start. Then my school hosted the BC Book Prize tour, and I discovered that every author visiting us had written their first book after fifty.
I started writing just after Thanksgiving and the week before Easter I finished Grace Awakening. The week after the following Thanksgiving at the Surrey Writing Conference I pitched it to a small publisher, which subsequently offered me a contract. A dream come true.
This October was ten years after I pitched that first book. I was offered a table to sell my books at a signing event at the Surrey Writers Conference, alongside some of my author idols. I am working in my dream job, teaching English & Creative Writing in an amazing school in a beautiful place, WHILE writing books! It couldn’t be more perfect!
I still have a few years before retirement.
I have retirement plans. When I retire, I plan to write a lot more books, and visit schools to teach a lot more teens and adults how to bring their dream stories to life. I will travel and write and read. It will be awesome.
But.
A year and a half ago, I received a brain injury. Out of no where, in my own home, BAM: Life changed.
Words swam on a page. I couldn’t decipher hand-writing. The computer screen hurt. Crowds hurt my ears. Lights hurt my eyes. I had head-aches and eye-aches. I was dizzy. I was nauseous. For MONTHS.
I told my doctor that he needed to figure out healing quickly, because I needed to go back to my dream job and keep working on my books! He said, “Shawn, you might be retired now.”
That scared me. The idea that I might enter retirement unable to read, unable to write, and unable to teach or travel was horrifying. What a bleak picture! On the bright side, I thought, at least I have been able to have this wonderful job, teaching teens to write, and to inspire them. At least, I have published nine books.
Thankfully, I had excellent concussion therapy and I have recovered enough from my brain injury to work part-time again. Despite my injury, 6 pieces were published last year. Some had been written years ago, some were short articles or stories that took me weeks instead of a day to write. Slow progress is still progress.
My injury wasn’t the end of my dreams, but it could have been.
Wouldn’t it have been horrible to have all my plans completely unreachable due to poor health? Wouldn’t it have been a hundred times worse if I had saved all my dreams for retirement, and not have the health to attempt them? I had two colleagues who were in good health when they retired, but were dead six months later.
If you have a dream, don’t wait for retirement.
We only have today.
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