Hitting my fifties, gaining more independence, and a recent health scare have started the wheels of change in motion for me.
Off on new adventures in my trusty green van.
Before this point, I had always taken care of others. From the time I was six years old, helping to toilet train my baby sister, through raising my own children, then taking care of my ill mother and others, it was always about doing for others and putting my own life on the back burner for later.
Don’t get me wrong. I did it all by choice (okay, maybe not the potty training at six) and knew that one day “my day” would come. And it has.
After finally getting over my “empty nest” syndrome and being blessed with grandchildren… After having a health scare that forced me to begin dieting and taking better care of myself… After learning that I can work at our home-based business remotely from almost anywhere… And after learning that my husband doesn’t mind if I wander off on adventures as long as I check in periodically… Now it finally becomes about taking care of me.
It’s interesting that I’m “trying on” different personae already. For instance, I’ve never worn makeup much, or fussed about my hair, but now I’m looking at different styles and colors and thinking, “Could I do/wear/use this?” Sometimes it’s yes, sometimes it’s no, and sometimes it’s maybe.
But that’s the fun of it, right? I’ll be just as surprised as you to find out how it all sorts itself out.
