The Blogging Experience, Episode 2: When I Grow Up I Want To Be…
I’m 52 and still I struggle to finish that sentence.
Once upon a time I wanted to sing for a living but I talked myself out of it. I attended college for two years but never explored any majors I could fall in love with. During my working life I was usually a secretary but I never thought of those jobs as potential career paths.
Now the kids are grown and I’m not sure how to spend the next 10 years.
Every time I think about going back to school I think, “Why? Major in what? And then what?”
So I write and I read.
I read fiction and I read recovery books. I read jokes on Facebook and serious news from a number of places. I follow blogs of people I know and some of folks I’ve never met.
I write grocery and task lists. I write texts to Pookie and the boys. I occasionally write cover letters for job applications and journal entries for my therapist. I write posts for my blog, trying to balance my need to share my strange humor with my need to share everything else.
I guess I’ll keep reading and writing. I’ll cook and sometimes I’ll do the dishes. I’ll do laundry and occasionally I’ll fold the clean clothes, too. I’ll cuddle my dog and kiss my husband every single day.
Because maybe I am who I always wanted to be after all.
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