At around the midpoint of my 40s I felt myself standing at the proverbial fork in the road contemplating my path forward.
These were the questions I asked myself:
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- What lies ahead if I keep on trekking along doing this same old mundane every day routine?
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- What lies ahead if I change one, or several things, in my life?
The fork in the road didn’t have any pointers as to which road I should choose. It just left me standing there, in the burning sun or the sleet and snow, silent and afraid.
I said:
I like my comfort zones. I’m comfortable here, if a little bored.
But taking risks is too dangerous.
Shortly thereafter, several things happened.
First, I started writing more fiction. I let my fantasies about people I saw in movies or tv shows expand my creativity horizons, and started imagining things and writing them down. For example, when the Walking Dead was in season 2 and 3 I was hooked and thought about little else. I really liked some of the characters and the whole apocalypse scenario was very new and different and jump-started something in my story-making portion of my grey matter.
Some time later, I made a new friend, one who has an eerily similar perspective toward writing and dabbling around the internet as me. This friend is partly responsible for keeping my creative juices going after the Walking Dead entered season 6 and beyond which caused me to lose first a little, and then a lot of interest. With the Walking Dead show sort of diminishing in my subconscious day- (and night) dreaming I started to re-enter the present tense. The new friend gave me enough fodder to start re-thinking my creativity and so began a new life chapter, if you will.
This didn’t all happen overnight. It was in my later 40s when I actually achieved this level of thinking which led to my current level of understanding.
There was a lot of introspection and internal dialogue. And blogging. And feedback from both reading and commenting on blogs. And bouncing off things on the new friend, too, occasionally.
So what was different by the time I entered the late 40s? Quite a bit:
- We renovated this godforsaken house and made it better (I’m less unhappy but it’ll never suit the purpose I need/want)
- The kids were older and needed less hands-on parenting (but there is still plenty of drama)
- I wrote many chapters of what is supposed to be a memoir (but it’s not finished and I’m stuck)
- I started and am still continuing a dog-walking business and hope to increase the dogs and the walking
- I expanded my new friendship to a different level
As a result, my creativity changed gears, so to speak, and I started to wonder if writing about topics I had little to no experience in was what I needed to do in order to improve my mundane, routine mood. It was an outlet, of sorts.
For practical reasons I can’t make the type of changes I want to due to the usual family restrictions. I’m not sorry I’m still in the parenting trenches, I’m just saying, the parenting is still a big part of each day. But I have come to realize that I can’t let them be my primary focus all the time anymore, that I need to puzzle myself back together before I completely lose my sense of self-worth (or my mind), and since I love writing…
Anyway. This is where I’m at.
The later part of my 40s was also the time I started to experiment a little more with selfies. It was strange, at first, being included in pictures, since up until the kids entered middle school age, it was always me pointing the phone or camera at everyone else, and only rarely was I in any of the shots.
I wanted to change that, and not just for the usual reasons, but also for self-esteem reasons. My self-image had never been particularly stellar, and I was tired of the/my self-pity party.
I could write a whole blog post about how I learned to take selfies, crop or manipulate them by choosing filters (black and white mostly), posing to view various angles… (lol) 🙄 😛
Most pictures I took initially were deleted, but some I kept and eventually, I started to like myself a little bit better.
The point was the journey, I think, to self-discovery now that I felt old and ‘past my prime’.
(Note: I do not feel like this anymore.)
Middle age today is so so soooo different from previous generations. Just google all the cool things women are doing today as they enter their 50s and 60s…I’ve shared articles about this here on my blog, and many of my followers are doing just that as empty nesters, grandparents and all the rest of it. (You ladies rock, and it feels like you’re my mentors!) ❤
Anyway.
All this pondering let me to my new mantra, one that I had mentioned before, but can and should be repeated.
Tell me, have you stumbled onto a turning point like this at some point in your life? How did you handle it?
Very true, if not now, when? The present is the time to do it. Delaying something results only in regret. If you want to do something, do it now.
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I can relate…
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Yes…:)
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I so can relate… but I’m at the point where yes I’m bored.. I feel guilty because I want to do what I want to and why not my kids are adults but the guilt snd the should if’s are alway there ….
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“If not now when” seems to be my mantra. All good. Hectic but good. I think the turning point was when I turned the big 5-0. For some reason, I had the notion life should slow down after 50. Life has not slowed down. That is when I came to the realization “if now now when”. So, I do what I can when I can then have a glass of wine!
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I’m praying for you, Claudette! God loves you! ❤
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This really resonated. I’m early forties with two young children and have been feeling antsy, restless, lost and so very lonely. And then I get mired in self-pity. I like hearing how you pulled yourself up. I like imagining I will find my thing too.
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Wondering if you can explain a little more about how you used The Walking Dead as a tool. I’ve often felt creatively inspired by the work of others but haven’t known how to give myself permission to play off of it.
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I had crushes on people and scenarios. I would insert myself into a scene as an active player and be a part of the scene and/or relationships. I remember distinctly scenes from Herschel’s farm, or later at the prison. So intriguing. (And embarrassing while typing it out.) 😛😵😂
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It was a VERY good series in the beginning.
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The early years are so hard but so amazing too. I remember it well. And you will. It takes time. 🙂
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I very rarely take selfies these days – usually only for private conversations while waiting for the kettle to boil and killing time 🙂
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I once thought I hit a fork in the road. Turned out to be a spoon. Life is about choices and has been since the moment you were born – “Do I cry or just sit here staring at the Doctor?” Does not matter the choice, because a direction will be a direction, and in the end, every direction leads to the exact same place.
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Good point. 🙂
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This is where I am right now. I have so many things I want to do, that I feel bad not being more focused. I just know that I’m bored and need something that is all mine and makes me feel ‘less bored’.
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Take one step for you. No matter how small. Because if not now, when? 😉
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My biggest turning point was losing my mom who I was always very close too and had never lived more than 5 miles from. It was worse than anyone who hasn’t been there can imagine. Just before she died I was planning to apply to law school. A year of being disoriented later, I decided against law school and went back to school for a masters in teaching which spoke to my soul. It was a great decision and led to a fulfilling career.
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I remember a fellow toastmaster told me this, he is a champion speaker of the humorous type of speeches and even gives learning presentations in this regard. He is originally British and he joined toastmasters with a friend, and he was challenged to give a humorous speech. He told his friend, it’s impossible and i can’t do it, it’s not in me, I’m a dry conservative Brit!
His friend said to him these unforgettable words ” If you didn’t join toastmasters to stretch yourself…..Why did you join?”
He has proved over and over at conferences that he can stretch, entertain, teach, and inspire!
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Beautiful story. Right on the point I was making. 🙂
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I’m at the fork right now, one step at a time revealing the path.
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I understand. 🙂
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LOVE this! So nice to catch up a bit after drowning in finishing my damn book which – now I’m trying to see if I can get published I now think is a pile of tripe! – good for you for getting into those photographs and keep on writing. You’ve got such a great voice
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Missed you, my friend. 💛 Congrats on the book! Put some distance between you and the book maybe, then reread?
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Yes good idea – I can’t face looking at it anymore so will pack it away somewhere!! Apparently if I consider myself a real writer I’m now supposed to start on another one gak!
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I’ve learned long ago to spend more time listening to my inner voice, not the outer, incessantly yappy ones.
Do what feels right.
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So true. Also, carve out time for yourself. For the past three months I’ve been yelling at my family, ‘YOU KNOW WHAT’S THE ENEMY OF IMAGINATION?’ ‘Interruption,’ they repeat back at me in a robotic monotone 😂😂
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😂😂😂 😭
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So many times! Married, having a kid, getting divorced, getting married a second time and having two more kids, struggling with being something besides/outside of just mom, and multiple family upheavals (those in the last few years specifically) – all of those moments have forced me to look at and reexamine who I was right then versus the person I wanted to be. Some have been way more impactful than others, but all have forced a shift of one sort or another. I kind of feel a bit like, right now, I’m either in the middle of one, on the edge of one, stuck between two, or some wonky combination of all three of those.
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It’s a long and winding road….
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There is often a great view along the way, though!
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Divorce. Not being flippant, just truthful. I really lost myself during the time I was married. Not as a parent in any way, but as an individual who had just been starting out as an adult and then who allowed themselves to be consumed by what I thought I should do, not what was really best for me.
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Yes. The ‘should’…omg. And the interesting thing for me here is that my ‘should’ doesn’t always match what others consider a ‘should’. If you get what I mean.
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Yes indeed, I do get it. Let’s just say that more than a few were a bit surprised as my marriage came to an end and they began to discover who was behind the silent human being they had known for years.
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🙂 ❤
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