Why is it so easy to write for strangers and so intimidating to think that someone I know might read this blog?
Proper bloggers, I’m led to believe, promote their blogs and invite people they know to read them, while, personally I’ve found anonymity to be a very comfortable place. Still, in an uncharacteristically reckless moment I decided to stop acting like a crazy person and I have linked this blog to facebook.
So, if you know me and you’re reading this for the first time, I’ll explain that it’s really just the rantings of a confused, middle aged stay-at-home Mum in the process of losing her raison d’etre. You’ll notice that I’ve given the children an odd assortment of pseudonyms – Roxy, Sunny Jim and Hoss – and I’ve refrained from using hubby’s name. I only write things I would be happy to say to their faces, but for some reason posting it on the internet almost seems … I don’t know, public. Funny that!
Check out the About Me page which, despite being about 2 years out of date, will at least explain my Empty Nesting Project.
And this seems like a good time to review how things are going…
- Career – still messing around with a part-time freelance business and submitting to any excuse I can find to avoid working. I’m fairly sure my productivity would be improved by the addition of a scary boss, but on the other hand I’m probably too set in my ways to be told what to do by some jumped up middle manager (see, I’m getting annoyed just thinking about it).
- Choir – awesome. I love it, but sadly it only accounts for about two hours a week. On a side note, how fabulous is it to be able to sing at the top of my voice without anyone telling me to shut up? And then twice a year I get to make my nearest and dearest come to my concert after which they are forced to feign admiration.
- Hot yoga – sadly that went by the wayside when my doctor pointed out that it probably wasn’t helping the hot flashes. If I ever resume control of my hormones maybe I’ll start again.
- Swimming – sadly that went by the wayside when I got really old and developed a shoulder injury. I don’t think I’m likely to get less old, but I would still like to take it up again.
- Health and wellness – I confess that I am getting fatter and lazier by the day. Apparently even my pharmacist is alarmed.
In short, I still haven’t managed to define precisely who I want to be for the next 40 years (I figure after 90 it shouldn’t much matter anymore). All I’m certain of so far is that I don’t want to spend decades sitting watching Big Bang reruns; I’m leaning, instead, toward backpacking round India, volunteering overseas, owning a house in England and engaging in various other rather costly activities.
What I don’t have is a plan for is how I’m going to fund all this. Still, that’s a minor detail