I haven’t written in a while. I have thought a lot about ideas and issues that apply to this blog but just haven’t written them all down. I’m not sure why.
I realized recently that somewhere along the way I lost my guts. In my twenties I remember feeling that I could do whatever I wanted to. Nothing seemed out of reach. Nothing really scared me. Everything I wanted to do, I just did it. It was easy. Some might have called my life a “charmed life.” It just worked. Aside from a few breakups I just cruised along enjoying life and all my goals seemed attainable.
Somehow, I don’t feel any of that confidence now. I still have all these ideas but I can’t seem to follow through on them. I feel like when my mom died, my biggest cheerleader died too. I think, with her by my side I just felt like I could do it all. She always believed in me, so it was easy to believe too. Without her backing me I feel like a scared little mouse peeking outside my door to see if anyone is going to come eat me if I go outside. I guess it doesn’t help that I haven’t had a paying job since November 2004. I don’t feel like a professional person anymore.
With Maya going to kindergarten in the fall I am trying to figure out what I am going to do with the rest of my life, professionally. I’m very aware that I have been doing A LOT since November 2004 but I feel so removed from the working world. I also feel myself wanting to be safe and do what is familiar even though it might not be what my heart really wants to do.
I just finished training to be a hospice volunteer. Hopefully, I will be able to start volunteering soon. Hospice volunteering may seem a bit strange for some, but it feels like the right step for me. I belong there. So I tell myself, baby steps. I am doing something. But I still miss my cheerleader who always made me feel confident in myself. I miss that twenty year old girl who knew what she wanted in life. I know she’s in there somewhere I just feel like some where along the road she got knocked down and isn’t sure how to get back up.
My mom got knocked down, I know. She became such a bad ass professor. She loved her job. It was such a part of who she was and I want that too. I am in love with the family we have built but I know I am the kind of person that needs a career. Something greater than me. What a daunting idea. I feel like at forty I am starting over, and don’t know where to start!
I realize I am not alone. There are many people that have to start over for different reasons but how do you find your way? How can I find my way without her?