About Me Then

by Tracey on September 5th, 2011

new porch


A funny thing happened on the way to, um, now. Well, a lot of funny things actually. I’m 47 years old, I actually had to think about that, and who am I? It seems like there is still a purpose for me in the world, and here I am standing on the edge of the abyss ready to jump in to…whatever it might be.
I’m still happily married to the man of my dreams for the 24th year. We have 2 children. My daughter Erika is in college, a junior this year and almost 21. (Seeing it in print still is a bit of a reality check for me.) My son Dylan will be a senior in high school this year, applying to colleges and out the door in almost exactly one year from today.
Then what? Where does that leave me? How did so many years pass by so quickly? I realized today that I have spent the last 22 years doing everything for my children. They have been everything I worked for, planned for, and yearned for. I have spent every waking moment thinking and worrying about and cheering for them. I am happy or sad or mad or thrilled with my children. And when they are gone, where does that leave me? What the heck am I going to do with myself?
So finally, I would like to take a moment for myself, after 22 years, and plan for, um, me. In one year, I want to be well on my way to being something when my kids are grown up. In one year I’m going to be what I want to be when I grow up. But I have to figure that out first.