Welcome to the closet! MaryAnn was the fictitious imp in our childhood home who was always leaving closet lights on. It was as if she beckoned us back inside this privately quiet space to examine, remix, or purge options to help us best represent ourselves and bolster confidence on any given day. While contributing to the monthly electric bill she unknowingly may have contributed to our well-being. I think she was on to something.
I reluctantly admit I’ve spent some extended periods of time in my closet. Aside from starting or ending the day I sometimes desire a more private phone call without loud background music courtesy of teenagers. My husband has used my closet for “an important work call” that amazingly appeared like an oasis mirage during a large Halloween party at our house. Professor Pixel nearly sustained head and back injuries as I yanked open his temporary backrest while angrily searching for party reinforcement. His fault for not filling out a rental agreement! And let’s face it, the enjoyable toss of physically and metaphorically dirty items from either a bad day or a day of satisfying progress provides closure for our souls. As one of the most utilitarian spaces in our homes it’s also frequently one of the most therapeutic.
Midlife has brought unexpected gifts. Technology isn’t one of them. I fancy myself roadkill on the onramp of the Information Superhighway. The tech world and I don’t get along. Lots of fellow Boomers have mastered all this brilliantly. Me not so much. Frustrated by eye rolls, disparaging comments, and impatience from my family and friends I decided to inch my way back toward at least the Frontage Road of the Internet Interstate. Ok maybe a county road near the frontage road. While my family is convinced I’ll never be proficient, I know otherwise. It will just take me longer. Rome wasn’t built in a day. This blog is my baby step journey.
I invite you into the closet of my own mind that’s filled with the often humorous squirrels of a busy life. May you pause, smile, laugh, be nudged toward recognizing your own gifts, and be inspired to find adventures! Aging ain’t for sissies. We’re all in the front seat of this roller coaster ride so… HANDS IN THE AIR – LET’S GO!
Leaving the light on for you,
Carol
P.S. Life is too short to wear bad shades of lipstick, drink crappy wine, or wear boring shoes. Permission granted to LIVE. You’re welcome.
I hear ya gal! Wear those shoes and drink the fine wine……avoid scales! Lol 😁 xx
Thank you April! And yes, scales are evil!
Cheers 🥂
Breathtaking, heart filling, much needed words….you are so gifted Carol, I thank you for sharing this journey of life ❤️
Thank you Jackie! It’s my pleasure to share. We’re all on this ride together!
Thank you!