The Reality Check
This morning’s reality check: I am 45. I am a (mostly) stay-at-home mom. I have holes in my PJs. I wake up with horrible bedhead. And apparently the fact that I am a side sleeper is creating irrevocable grooves in my décolletage – yay! Safe to say, I am far from a Victoria’s Secret catalog with all their perky boobs, peekaboo sleep shorts and perfectly mussed-up-after-morning-sex hair on every page.
Coming to terms with my mid-life-ness has been a mixed bag of celebrating and mourning – mostly mourning. My body is changing. My skin is changing. My hair color is changing – hello grays. My moods are ALWAYS changing. On top of all that, I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
Letting go of old dreams to make room for new ones is not a simple process. The decisions I make from this point on seem monumental – like if I make a wrong choice, that’s it. I blew my last shot. I’ve spent a lot of time frozen in fear, freaked out by the enormity of what it all means and how long I have to figure it out.
I am fighting the good fight – eating healthy (for the most part), exercising, getting 8ish hours of sleep, dumping baggage that no longer serves me – but not every day. It’s hard to make time for self-care every day. I realize that it shouldn’t be, but life with a go, go, go 5-year old can be insane. And so, things fall through the cracks – like buying new PJs. But today, I’m making time for myself. Here’s my 3-step plan:
One: Get this sleep bra.
Two: Write in this journal.
Three: Wear this t-shirt as much as possible.
– Darrah MacLean, Contributing Editor to The What
Writer of this, that and the other, Darrah’s day job is to craft compelling copy for clients big and small – check out her work at darrahjane.com. Ever the quintessential creative procrastinator she’s finally logging some serious writing hours to re-launch her blog The Mrs. Chronicles. And maybe, just maybe, the short story she’s been writing in her head for the last two years will make its way to paper…soon.