How quickly a half century has gone by. I struggled a lot when I turned 35. Even more when I turned 40. Turning 50 has taken an emotional toll. As of right now I don’t feel 50 is the new 20…yet.
So much has happened over the last 50 years, that I’m definitely not going to list everything here. I don’t have a desire to write a novel…yet! I don’t know about revenge, but I do feel that my success was driven by trying to prove to all the people who didn’t believe I could succeed, that I actually can. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of people had just cause to doubt my life choices. I often wondered myself if I would ever get my feet back on the ground.
My adult life started rather early. As I posted awhile ago, I was pregnant at 16, married at 16, became a mommy at 17, and my divorce was final a month before my 18th birthday. So within a year I became a single mommy. What a long ride of ups and downs it has been raising a child completely on my own.
But I was lucky. I was able to put myself through college full-time while working full-time. So glad I did it when I was younger because I don’t know if I would have the energy now to work and go to school full-time.
Now I have a job that I love on most days, a home that I love on most days, and a great family that I love on most days…LOL
Behind The Brown Door 