It hit me over the head tonight that I’m middle-aged. And it feels so cliché.
Antsy, I am (Yoda-attack!)
But I know me and I’ll come around. I always do…I like that about myself. But just now, jumping into a frozen lake in a couple of days isn’t enough to shake things up for me(I am participating in a local “Penguin Plunge” to raise money for Special Olympics Vermont). As a domestic engineer and mother of 3, you can imagine there are enough tasks in the course of the weeks and months that I am never idle. I do a lot of stuff. Plenty of volunteering. And I LOVE my farm. About 3-4 hours of chores a day is delightful when I’m doing them, but you know, the daily anything can sometimes get old.
I’ve got hobbies, too. Plenty of them.
I could slap myself for complaining. I know better. But right now I just feel like complaining. Also, it’s the S.A.D. time of year in which I have to tough it out for a few more weeks. These days I can’t seem to get enough sleep and so when that passes, my outlook will very likely improve. Also, I am a talkaholic and just admitting my quandary out loud(in cyberspace) has been therapeutic.
So don’t hold your breath. You’re not going to get any reports of wild middle-aged shenanigans from me. Too many people and critters depend on me before I will ever ride off into the sunset