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.