Midlife Musings
Fortysomething. If my life were a TV show, that would be the title, and these are the episodes. Or maybe I am just having an episode.
Everything they don't put in the brochure for your 40s. Work situations that make your blood boil, body changes nobody prepared you for, pop culture opinions held with unreasonable conviction, and the general absurdity of being a grown woman who still hasn't figured out what she wants to be when she grows up. Honest, unfiltered, and occasionally petty in ways that are entirely justified.Excuse Me, Mansplainer
Two incidents, two mansplainers. Because there always be some man who thinks women need some mansplaining.
Downsized Expectations – Cooking and the Post-Pandemic Meltdown
Pandemic cooking was all the rage during the quarantine. According to my library checkouts I hopped on the bandwagon. Yet not one loaf of banana bread was baked in this home.
Picking Up the Pieces of Things Lost in the Divorce: Battlestar Galactica
He weaponized everything I loved, used it against me. Battlestar Galactica was mine first. It took 7yrs after the divorce before I could watch it again.
The COVID Diaries Day 34 – The Epiphany
Day 34. I've been furloughed and I'm not in despair. Turns out when everyone is suffering together, there's no shame and no FOMO. I ran Maslow's pyramid. Turns out I'm doing okay.
Quarantine This Birthday
Quarantine killed the birthday plans, which was fine by me. Turning 40-something is weird enough without a pandemic forcing you to sit with it.
