I'm starting to see it and feel it, both physically and emotionally. I'm 58 years old and the women in my family don't generally live very long; my mother, at 82, has outlasted her mother who died at 52, and my dad's mom who was in her 60s. Attending my aunt's widower's 90th birthday party made me realize(yet again) that health and mobility don't ever get better as one ages into those so-called "Golden Years." LOL
I took this photo of a tree nearby--red leaves already?? It doesn't feel like it's been that cold at night, but I'll find that out better when I return to work on Tuesday. Being up at the butt crack of dawn will be instructive in many ways. Am I ready to face those hordes of students and the (self-induced) pressure to be GREAT? No. Will I do my best to excel at my job while not venting too much on the blog about the inevitable teacher BS? Yes. So, my goals are: to be able to happily retire in two years, to decide on a couple of trips to take, to find a purpose outside my mundane day to day existence, to nourish myself and my relationships in whatever ways I can. For those who wonder about Mari, we're adjusting OK, but it's NOT the same as having a child or a husband around. Let's not argue about that or make judgements, OK? My relationships with my husband and daughters were/are deep, meaningful and full of commitment and love. My dealings with Mari are simple: feed me, clean my litter box and let me sit on your lap when I feel like it. :) I'm finding myself even less of a cat person and more of a people one because, in spite of their difficulties, I prefer the complexity of human beings. In the meantime, I'm reading this and trying to fight a damn cold. I can't remember ever starting a new school year with one; I usually get hit around Back to School night in late September. I'm sure it's just a sign of stress with the girls struggling on different continents and me feeling very alone and every year of my age.