Who the hell am I anyway?
There are so many titles to choose from. I’m a daughter, mom, wife, friend, ex-wife, stepmother, manager…not to mention…cook, cleaner, bill payer, laundress, gardener, oh and lover lol. I have been a lost child of the 70s, a wild child of the 80s, a new mom in the 90s, a divorced mom in the 2000s and a new wife and stepmom in the 2010s.
I can’t believe it’s 2022 and I’m staring down the last half of my life. Where has the time gone? Honestly, I am not looking forward to growing old. Is anyone really?
There are so many questions that come with aging. Who are my role models? Do I need any? Do I want to be like my mother, like my grandmothers? I speak with other women, friends, family members and they all seem to be content with who they are. So what is making me question everything and everyone around me?
I started this blog because I am stuck. I’m an aging rebel without a cause. My husband Tony tells me that I think too much and should learn to live in the moment, but I can’t. I’m a planner and I’m terrified of getting to the end of my life only to realize that I missed something.
Today, I’m going to start jogging. Stay tuned. I’ll let you know next week if I’m still alive.