Welcome to my Mid-life Crisis!

No one wants to read about a life too perfect.  Show me a memoire based on the life of someone whose life was always seamless, and I’ll show you a book in the bargain bin.  My 47th birthday is approaching, my oldest daughter is about to start medical school in the fall and my youngest daughter, while she has some issues that I’ll expand on later, is doing well and doesn’t seem to need me as much.  So this leaves me at a dangling point.  Perhaps it’s a dangling point that I should have addressed years ago when everyone else seemed to figure out what they wanted be when they grew up, because I clearly still don’t have a clue as to what mark I want to leave on the world. My darling husband says that this time of my life should be an adventure, a time of discovery.  My oldest daughter says I should get my ass up off of the couch and do the ancient “Sweatin’ to the Oldies” DVD that has been collecting dust on the shelf of my entertainment center for several years now.  My youngest daughter doesn’t say much to me about changing. Although she’s always sweet and encouraging, I’m curious if there is a part of her that wonders if she holds some responsibility for where I’m at right now.  I hope not.

Literally, where I am at right now is in the parking lot of McDonald’s, drinking a too strong coffee with my laptop at an odd angle on my knee, thankful for the peace and quiet that my daughter’s car is offering me.  Concentration is not my strong point, and any chance that I have to write without interruption is a gift.  Because I’m not quite sure what I want to do with my life, I fantasize a lot about who I might be when I’m alone.  My fingers are flying as people pass by my car on foot.  My hair is perfectly styled in its spikey, tousled pixie cut; my makeup is neat and natural.  I’m wearing a nice black sweater with a stylish black pea coat over it.  From the street no one can see my jeans and black leather loafers.  As I type away, I imagine passersby to think I’m a business person of some sort, someone important and busy, who is merely stopping by Micky D’s for a quick coffee in between meetings. I could also pass for a pharmaceutical rep, waiting for my appointment to bother some doctor about the benefits of Zocor or Effexor. Perhaps I’m shooting off an email to an associate.  Maybe I’m sealing a million dollar deal. Who can really tell? We’re all mostly creatures of surface. So, until someone has a conversation with me, reads my stories, or lives with me, they really don’t know who I am.

This brings me to my purpose in blogging. This will be my place to tell my imperfect stories.  I don’t know if anyone will read them, and that’s ok.  It could be where an adventure begins, or it might just be a quiet place for me to vent, to reflect, and to reclaim the goals I didn’t make or complete years ago.  Only time will tell.


2 thoughts on “Welcome to my Mid-life Crisis!

  1. Hey Hello! I love to read people’s first post especially if they started their blog around the same time as me (this is your first post yes?!). I love your take and I’m going to spend some time reading around now and I’m looking forward to your ‘imperfect stories’ 🙂

    • Yay!! My first, first post comment! I wasn’t 100% sure of where I was going with all of this back when I began my blog. Writing has been my hobby since childhood, but I’ve always been very shy about it. My youngest daughter has been required through most of her communications coursework to have an academic blog, and she and her big sis encouraged me to start a blog of my own. This blog is my first sharing of this part of me with others and I’m having a blast with it. Everyone is so encouraging and friendly. Thanks so much for visiting. I look forward to checking out your blog! 🙂

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