Ahhh. A new year.
I wish. Actually, it's Aughhh! Another year! Shit.
I usually ignore the whole new year resolution thing, but last year, I thought, well, hey, it really is a good time to sit, contemplate, assess, and yes, resolve. So I sat. Contemplated. Assessed. And came up with my resolutions. 43 of them. The last one read, "Go easier on myself." And I wasn't even being ironic.
The thoughts and adventures of a woman confronting her second half-century.
About Me
- Facing 50
- Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.
Love it! It reminds me of my resolution to be more spontaneous, starting at 2:30 next Thursday.
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