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.