As we age, we look, feel and act differently than we did when younger, do we have lower expectations of ourselves as we get older.?
I wonder about it because I’m not sure
I find myself diminished by my age.
I try to greet that old woman in the mirror with a smile, just before I put my teeth in my mouth and scold myself for the need of a bridge
I’m having trouble finding myself.
Who am I now in this phase of life, no longer a nurse, no longer a spouse, a mother not needed and even in the way, without a lover or friend.
A time to contemplate and refresh, but I find myself filling my hours with busyness.
I like my busy-ness, I like making, but is it an escape from thinking and making decisions?
I have a comfortable space with no real problems but those I invent in my mind.
Torn between staying in my comfort zone or reaching out for more, more opportunity more social interaction, more satisfaction, or remain where I am, where I can help my daughter while my soul dies quietly in the basement,