I don’t think this is some sort of mid-life crisis, but I am in a place where I want to be writing more, because practice is how you get better. This is my writing space, because this is my space that I own. It used to be a space where I wrote about parenting my baby, but my baby is now older and in charge of their own information and I’m not just going to share my feelings about them willy-nilly.
So what is my writing and what is my space for? The thing I rant about most in Twitter threads is politics. I have blogged about politics before. I talk about myself and my mental health, because I think people should be open about their mental health challenges to encourage others to seek help if they need it.
Right now I’m diving in to some family history which is super interesting to me and is often ending up on Facebook where it may or may not interest anyone else.
Like the fact that my family is now living in Lanark County. I knew that my father’s mother grew up out here, I did not realize that my maternal grandmother’s family was also from out here. All my life I’ve been told they were Saskatchewan people, but in fact they had only been there for one generation. No wonder I don’t understand the Prairies.
I am also undertaking to learn a bunch of new skills, both for my own improvement and for professional development. Trying to map out a career path and decide who I actually want to be. Write my own job description, etc.
Who is this person who still feels like a kid, but also has twenty years of experience doing a lot of amazing things.
Also almost 14 years of marriage, which seems insane for someone who 20 years ago assumed she would be a lonely vagabond forever.
Basically it seems like I’ve got a whole lot of defining to do, and that’s what all the learning is going to help with:
Who I am , what I can do, what I want to learn, what I want to be able to do.
What I want to be able to be.