I giggled when I noticed my leather jacket and Doc Martins…
in front of my sewing machine. I lived in NYC when I got that jacket. I got the boots when I lived in LA and was obsessed with the Green Lantern. The person I was could never imagine that I would be here, in SW Virginia, married to a local, with 10 chickens, growing some of my own food, with an ALMOST 13 year old daughter.
I was committed to being single. Everything that mattered to me fit in my Blue two door Tercel. I moved when ever I wanted, which averaged about every year and a half. I did whatever I wanted. I was obsessed with pop-culture, seeing movies the weekend they came out and I spend my winter weekends snowboarding. I was happy-ish.
Now, when I see people magazine, I do ask who is that woman and why does she want to die, I have seen about 6 movies at the theater in the last 12 years, snowboarding only brings up thoughts of me breaking something and not being able to take care of my family. All our cars are 4 door and we have a minivan. With all that said, I feel better than I have in my life.
I am comfortable in my own skin in a way that alluded me in my 20s. I am confidant in my choices as a parent in a way I wasn’t in my 30s. At 45 with green Docs and a leather jacket on a sewing chair mixing my past and present.
Looking forward to the future!