I find myself at an…odd place in my life. 50 years old (ack), divorced, mother of a 19-year-old daughter in her second year away at college, living in a totally new place. It doesn’t feel like others my age are really my peers – as for the most part they have partners, children
still at home, houses and mortgages, LIVES. I feel like I’m starting life all over again! Ha.
For the first time in my life I am living totally alone, supporting myself (no more child support, waaah!). I was never really the typical suburb Mom…and now…I don’t really know *what* I am! I just yam what I yam, I guess. I find myself drawn to “younger” interests – music, art, movies, fashion. This perplexes my daughter and some of my friends. But…what are you gonna do?? I don’t “pretend” to be younger anymore than I want to pretend that I feel older than I do!
I’m a 50-year-old work-in-progress with my whole life ahead of me.