Why am I Blogging?
I started questioning my purpose when my half-ass Substitute teaching career (or rather a person paid to sit around reading a book and spy on my spawn) was paused due to Covid.
Not a Covid thing.
The world does not need another bored housewife blogging about Jigsaw puzzles and cleaned-out closets. However, I can say that since March 2020, I have not cleaned one closet, grown any sourdough, or rescued a dog.
My restlessness stemmed from my birds in the nest flapping their wings. The days of one child wrapped around my leg, and another climbing up the outside of the banister, ready to jump, are as much in the past as my getting carded.
So now what?
My path to unpurposefullness started with purpose.
- College, first job in Philadelphia, then Grad school.
- Fled to NY and became a Bond Trader. Made boatloads of money and recklessly spent it all in true Milken-era-Wall Street fashion.
- Back in Philadelphia, stalked a man and married him
- Quit big job and raised kids.
- Had many jobs in a short amount of time:
- Insurance clerk,
- Realtor,
- Pre-school teacher,
- Did the PTA shtick
- Joined (un)charitable boards and became a substitute teacher so I could spy on my kids.
- Kids graduated High School and flew the coop.
Now what?
I put down Candy Crush, turned off “The Real Housewives of Anywhere and here I am.
Please join me as I stumble into the Empty Nest and try to figure out
Whats Next?
My aim is to bring humor, silliness, joy, purpose, and fun on this scary unknown journey.
Some irrelevant facts about me~
1. I am the worst driver in the world.
2. I cannot eat eggs without hot sauce. Actually, I can’t eat anything without hot sauce.
3. I have never ridden on a motorcycle. Not by choice, my circle is limited.
4. I got married at 39 and I had my first kid at 40.
5. I snore like a motorboat.
6. I know the capitals of every state. Helena stumps everyone.
7. I love to laugh but I don’t like jokes.
9. I hate snakes,
10. Giant Poodles scare me.