I believe there are a lot of ways to define a mid-life crisis, they can appear in many ways, shapes and forms. I think I could count this time period in my life as my mid-life crisis. Most people commonly fall into a mid-life crisis because they hit a spot of boredom or transition or feel unfulfilled, and something in their behavior or actions changes dramatically. I’d like to make it clear that I’m not bored or unfulfilled in any way, and as far as I can tell, no dramatic changes here. I am, however, in transition.
A few months ago I quit my job as a LMT for 8.5 years. I’ve been doing massage since 2001. I’m licensed in 2 states and probably will be forever. I’ve done massage in doctor’s offices, rehabilitation clinics, small spas in Ohio and very large spas in Las Vegas. I worked for a show on the strip, which was amazing. I’ve had many great opportunities in this field and am pretty sure I’m not done with it. As for now, I’m a domestic goddess.
I began this blog just a few weeks ago. It’s something I really want to do and devote time to. I’ve been looking into help from other bloggers and doing a lot of research. Here’s my biggest stumbling block. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up- or when I am done raising little ones. This blog, right now, probably looks like a mommy blog, and it might end up as mostly one. It’s truly a journey blog. Whether it’s interesting or not remains to be seen.
When starting a blog, one must choose a niche, or something I’m good at. Well, I’m good at a number of things…massage therapy, changing diapers while my kid crawls away, sleeping (when I’m permitted to), singing my sentences(which my husband can’t stand), sarcasm. Not sure if that last one even counts, but I feel like it’s a true talent of mine. None of these things are in the same niche, but can be cross-referenced when needed.
I have so many things that run through my mind daily. This is the reason I want to call this stage a crisis. It feels like one. What will I do down the road? And, mind you, this is a few years down the road. I’m already feeling a panic about it. I am a planner! Type A to a fault. I need to know, get started in another direction, but what the hell am I going to do? But first, what the hell is this blog going to be about?
- I thought about getting into real estate for awhile. I love looking at houses, would love to flip a house or two. Yes, my television is either on Disney Junior or HGTV. But even my own real estate agent and friend told me-don’t get into real estate. OK.
- I would love to take some photography classes and turn that into a small money maker eventually. I have a pretty decent camera. I rarely use it. Working on that one.
- I love doing DIY stuff, thank you HGTV. I’ve done a few small projects around the house and look forward to doing more. I’ll have a post about those changes soon.
- I love sports! Most sports-but especially football. I pay an unhealthy amount of attention to football minutia. Female sportscasters seem to be all the rage right now, I would love to do that. When I have time, I love to be active also.
Above all, I’m married and have children. This takes up the majority of my life and time right now and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I could write a lot of info about how cute/maddening my two year old is. I can write a number of posts about what makes marriage hard and great at the same time. I’ve lost a child late in pregnancy and will write about loss. We are just starting to try for our rainbow baby, so I hope soon I can post about that.
This will be my journey. This is my blog. Love it, hate it, stay tuned in or never return. I hope you find something you enjoy, or at least, can relate to here. I hope there’s lots of that, and plenty of sharing. Something that makes your day and makes you think you aren’t the only one going through a mid-life crisis. Although it feels like a crisis to my Type A ass, it’s an amazing change for the better for me and my family. That’s something I can never lose sight of.
Sometimes life may feel like a crisis, consider it a beautiful storm.