I’ve tried really hard to only hint at my advancing years as I blog.
It wouldn’t take too much work to figure out how many I have under my belt if you poke around a little bit for hints and clues, but in October I turned 49.
There — I’ve said it.
Too close to 50 for my taste.
Many have told me I don’t look my age. One friend’s husband recently said I look “freakishly young” in light of my birth date — I think that was a compliment. (And I promise, I don’t have a picture in my attic!)
As I am preparing to rip up the inevitable AARP card that will arrive later this year, I’ve come to the conclusion that this must be the time to get off my arse and get moving on some projects that have been percolating in my head — a book (or two), syndication, time off to do some things I’ve dreamed of doing for a long time.
In other words, it’s well past time to just let life happen. Time to make more room in my world for things other than being PunditGirl’s mom.
There was a lot of direction in my life (though, in retrospect, not always the right direction) until I stopped working after we adopted PunditGirl. I didn’t intend for that to happen. But the job I had disappeared on our return from China with our new daughter and I didn’t want the one that was offered in exchange.
A sign, I said to myself. And, in a way, it was — a sign that I should get back to my writing and a profession in journalism I had put on the shelf for law school and accidental lawyerdom.
In some ways, it was easy to ignore my life because PunditGirl’s life was all-consuming. Helping her get what she needed was, and is, a task that many days leaves me drained and I don’t have the energy even for the little things, let alone aggressively pursuing a career.
Before I leave my decade of the forties, that has to change. As I start this journey, I figured I’d invite you to join me! I toyed with the idea of starting a new blog, but heck, this place is kind of comfy so why break in a new spot?
A few things I do know — there will be no walkers, no early-bird specials and no Bingo for this PunditMom.
After all, if 50 is the new 30, I guess 49 is the new 29! And at 29, I figure I can do anything!