I always wondered what it really meant to be middle aged. To feel as though your life was, approaching it’s end faster than you would like. Unfortunately for me, I found out for the most part at 26. I lost my mother to cancer, quit my job for a higher paying one and discovered I had made the wrong choice, and finally I dyed my hair and no longer recognized myself due to the new color.
That was the year I finally opened my eyes and realized that I shouldn’t be defined by my job, hair color and whether or not I was a mother and in a relationship for 9 years (with no ring in sight, I might add). I needed to do things that made ME happy. It was my life and my life was not being lived by me. I was letting the world’s ideas dictate everything and I was suffering.
Losing the woman who loved me the most, made me an orphan. I now had to figure out how to navigate a world, in ehich my mother was no longer part of. And I decided that life was too precious.
So, I made some changes and if you really think about it that is what a mid- life crisis is all about. Changes. That’s why it tends to happen when your middle- aged…
I want this blog to be more than just events that happened to me. I want it to be a place where I can write the many musings that I can’t seem to get away from. I want it to be a place where I can write about my love for romance novels and of course about how I enjoy writing them. I want it to be anything really. This is the year I let my thoughts speak for themselves. I hope this blog is up for anything!