The over 40 and lost club – for women who have no idea what they’re doing anymore.
So, I’ve decide to write this blog because to be honest, it’s this or antidepressants and expensive therapy. Sorry about the sad picture, but it seemed appropriate for this post. I'll find something more uplifting or at least humorous next time. I’m not sure I can even articulate my reasoning very well because it feels so jumbled and confused and at times a bit whiney, but I suppose it’s just a need to talk thing out to gain clarity? Or express it somehow? Or pretend that someone is out there thinking, yeah girl, I hear you. I know exactly what you mean. Anyway, I seem to have reached this point in life where I just have no idea what is ahead of me or even what should be ahead of me. Life is busy and I have plenty going on and yet I feel completely lost a lot of the time. It dawned on me recently when I was talking to a friend who is feeling very much the same, that if I live to the age of 90 (being 45 now) I still have 45 years in front of me. So, 45 behind me and 45 in front ...