I could just get on a motorcycle and just leave. For good. I think it might have been my subconscious telling me that I was in the wrong place.
Anyway, my current relationship is with someone who encourages me to be myself and to make myself happy. I don't think I'd be happy as a roaming hippie. But I don't think I'd be happy doing the ex-soccer mom stuff either. Which brings me here. There are not a lot of blogs that celebrate older women. And the ones I have found seem to have money and a beautiful wardrobe from forever. I, however, have changed sizes, bought what would go over the fat, and gotten caught between what is sort of classic and what is a trend. Some of each. I wear clothing that doesn't bind. It stretches. I'm trying at this point to add some wovens to the mix. And in the meantime I have changed what I can control.
When I found out I have diabetes I changed my eating habits and my body is slowly reacting to the changes by losing some weight. I'm not getting on the scale. I'm not measuring yet. But certain things fit differently. And I like that. I will have the leftovers of a life of fat= loose skin. Oh well.
I'm back to taking pictures. I will have some things to show now. The new hair color and cut have made me realize that I feel more authentically me than I have in years. Maybe ever. And that's good.