Me

I’m  a 53-year-old woman. I have an amazing son. A less than stellar marriage. Two healthy (knock wood) parents. A  zero of a relationship with the rest of my family. I have a dog that never leaves my side. A brand new mid-life convertible roadster.

I am an entrepreneur with another business I am on the edge of being bored with.  I am a procrastinator.  I am creative. Intelligent.  I love music.

From the outside, I imagine I seem like a very independent and confident woman.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I  stand at 5’5″ and weigh 115lbs.   I have a new found interest in my wavy hair after 5 years of Keratin treatments and Brazillian blowouts.   I grew up a nice Jewish girl who did what she was told and always felt like an ugly duckling.  I was never comfortable in my skin.  Never felt like I fit in anywhere or with anyone.

As I’ve gotten older I have come to see my own beauty and worth.   The thing that hasn’t left me is that sense of not knowing where I belong. Who I am. Why was I put in this world?

I  often wonder where I would be right now if I had more confidence fourteen years ago. Twenty-four years ago.  Thirty-six years ago.  And then stop myself from digging in too deeply there. I am where I am.

This is me, in a nutshell.  This is who you are reading about.

Every ounce of what you will read is absolutely true.