Lost

Somewhere, in the last 26 years, I’ve lost myself. It was a slow progression. One I didn’t notice until now.

My children are mostly grown and out doing their own thing. My partner in life is doing his own thing. I’m left lost, finding myself sitting alone wondering…now what?

I’m no longer the strong, daring, half crazy, risk everything woman I was in my twenties. Instead, I’m a lost, tired, worn out woman in her mid fifties.

I find I’m asking myself…Who am I? What do I like? What do I like to do? What brings me joy? I’m not talking about the basics here…of course my children bring me joy. I’m talking about me. My core. Who am I now after being worn down by life? After years of putting everyone’s needs before my own?

I am on a new journey. I’m on a quest to find that strong, capable, daring, half crazy woman again and combine her to who I am today. I believe I will like this woman I find at the end of my journey.