What would the rest of my life look like? Was this it? A daughter moving out for university and a son not far behind. The life I had known as a mom was dwindling in intensity. My marriage of 23 years was intact and for the most part satisfying but personally, I can’t have all my eggs in the marriage basket. My teaching career was still fulfilling me but something was missing.
I knew I had things to say, ways to say them and aware of my ability to look at life with humour and relatability. Unapologetically authentic and yelling, “I gotta be me” since grade school, writing a blog was a way to say stuff and spread my ideas, thoughts and revelations about life to the masses (chuckle) ok maybe to ten people or less. Whatever…you get the jist.
Personal development fascinates me. Where we start out and how we morph over our lifetimes by choice or by circumstance intrigues me. You won’t find me reading fiction, I gravitate towards the self-help section of Chapters.
Ur not the boss of me and later The middle aged diva, were born out of a place of limited confidence, a childhood closely resembling ‘The Flinstones’ and a belief that females had to adhere to traditional values where a woman knew ‘her place’. Whaaaaaat? What is this place they speak of?
A woman’s place is the same as any human being’s place- its a place where ur not the boss of me– I’m the boss of me- Whoa….this took like 40+ years to register but when the fog of ancient thinking began to lift, register it did! So simple right? Not!
Look out people (husband, kids, parents, wannabees) there’s a butterfly busting out- yearning to be free. Free from the self-induced confinements bred by useless fears, societal pressures and personal insecurities. I decide what’s good for me because guess what?? Ur not the boss of me and I am a middle aged diva!!!
The most liberating chapter of my life was unfolding. So here I am- Blog #1 and lots more to say.
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