I’ve talked to a number of women lately who are wondering what happens next. Now that my kids are gone, now that my spouse is gone, now that I’m retired. What do I do with myself? How on earth am I going to fill my days?
They turn to me and ask, “Now what
I dislike St Patrick’s Day. I know it is an unpopular sentiment and I’m OK with that.
We are gonna drink, eat and be merry while the sun shines -to mix a metaphor or two. LATER. We aren’t worried one iota about our health in midlife because we are YOUNG.
As I go through midlife I want more of those friends who are happy to see ME at their door and not running around out of breath because they felt they had to do a mad 20 minute house cleaning. I would rather have a chat with someone who was calm and inviting and thought to put coffee or tea on. Someone who is looking forward to a meaningful conversation as much as I am.
What questions do you have about midlife? Even if you aren’t here yet it’s coming. A lot faster than you think!!
I have been a dingbat for as long as I can remember. I’m smart. But a dingbat. I’m only 52 so I can’t really say that my moments are senior anything – but still.
I wrote last week about my big mistake and ever since, I can feel the rusty old wheels turning in my brain again. The car is moving – changing course.