It's hard to believe that only a couple of months ago I turned 50. That always seemed such a far off, distant age...and certainly entirely too old! I'm finding out it doesn't seem all that old. Life isn't quite as settled as I thought it would be by this time. Instead of in a career that I thought I would retire from, I'm back in school completing the college degree I started at 18. I'm majoring in history, and I absolutely love it. Our kids are grown and facing challenges of their own and presenting us with new challenges. Teresa will be graduating this next May from college and starting her own life. I'm so proud of her, but, at the same time, it's a loss I feel greatly. We've always been so close, and it's very odd not being in her day to day life. She's talking of moving out of state in May, and I don't know how I'll stand that. I want her to follow her dreams but letting go is probably the hardest thing I'll ever do. Stan's kids are giving us beautiful grandchildren, and I'm so thankful for them. His children are presenting problems that we didn't have before though. I thought by this time in their lives, we'd just be able to sit back and enjoy the grandchildren they're giving us.
So why am I starting this blog? I've always found that I can express my feelings much better in writing. And I want to keep a journal of this time and the new challenges I'm (we're) facing. Will they be of any help to anyone else? I don't know. It could be just a way of journaling and sharing ideas/thoughts with other people possibly going through the same types of things.
But life at 50 is happening.
