Woman In Thrisis

Where expectation and reality finally meet.

Daily I am reminded that I’m not getting any younger. And no, it isn’t necessarily a realization that occurs to me upon that first look in the mirror. OK, well… sometimes it IS… but most of the time I am reminded in other ways. The news anchor and her so-chipper-I-want-to-smack-that-smile-right-off-her-face weather girl counterpart are BOTH obviously younger than I am. I have colleagues who were in diapers when I was in acid-washed denim. And doctors look more like "Doogie Howser" to me than they do "House."

Us “Boomer Babies” are getting older and not unlike our parents, we seem to be doing things differently. We’re waiting longer to get married. We aren’t getting married. We’re waiting longer to have babies. We aren’t having babies. We’re changing our careers early and we’re changing them often. We’re inching ever closer to 40 not having checked many traditional things off our lists.

And it’s really OK. It may feel at times—when we look around—like we’re in the midst of a thirty-something crisis. But we’re actually just redefining the norms. We’re saying that if we don’t like where we are at 25 or 30 or 35, it isn’t too late to change it up. Unlike our elders, we don’t feel quite so “locked” into our lives. We have more options today than any generation that has come before and sometimes that can be a little intimidating. I know. I’ve been there. I AM there. And this blog is the story of my non-cookie-cutter life recounted in what I hope to be entertaining or thought-provoking installments.

Thanks for stopping by. And if you can relate or you’re in the midst of your very own thrisis … please come back. I would love to hear from you.

The Call of The Caramel Macchiato

November 13, 2012Woman In Thrisis 6 Comments

The glowing, wavy haired siren calls to me from high above the stacks of cups, napkins and plastic stirrers. She watches over me—that mysterious grin tugging at the corners of her mouth—even as I place my complicated, multi-faceted, multi-layered order at the counter. Oh but I cannot wait to savor her steamy magical elixir!

She will transform my morning with her comforting aromas and sweet flavor. Her heat will serve as a warm and welcome embrace from the inside out. As I wait, impatiently, to hold her in my hands once again, shifting my weight from one foot to the other… I ask myself the ever-pressing question: What ever would I do without her?

It isn’t until she is firmly within my grasp and ultimately resting in the cup holder, that she finally releases her hypnotic hold on me. Her keepers have my five dollars and some change and we are finally alone. Alone and left to realize that which she truly is… For she is not some mystical, bewitching creature after all, but a simple green logo printed on an insanely overpriced paper cup that will eventually wind up in the garbage.

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