Hello, my name is Kim and I’m a *midlife maniac. Now that I have admitted it publicly I can work my way through the steps toward sanity. I have decided the first step in my personal program is to turn off my phone and pour a glass of wine.
The past year has been a rough one. Brad and I relocated to Missouri where it’s hotter than the hinges of hell and we don’t know a single soul. For the first time in my life I invited myself to a personal pity party and made myself comfortable. I served snacks, whined to my dog Lexi and moaned to all my friends back in Michigan that I was certain I would perish in this humidity infused fresh hell I was living in.
I missed my millennials like crazy and could be found on any given day sobbing over my Facebook flashbacks while I reminisced about a time when I was close enough to nag them in person. Nagging via text isn’t nearly as effective. Emojis help but it’s not like being face to face giving advice while they rolled their eyes. I was so depressed that I was MISSING the eye rolls.
If it hadn’t been so hot down here I’m sure my friends would have staged an intervention. After I told them about my lipstick melting in my purse I knew from that point on they would only be available by phone. I was going to have to help myself out of this funk.
So, after lingering for way too long in the land of self-pity I’ve decided to rally the troops (you are the troops) and focus on surviving relocation during midlife while wrangling our four millennials and my crazy Southern mother
So I’m back in the business of sharing my crazy life with all of you and I’m so thrilled to be back with my tribe of strong, maniacal midlife women. I’ll be sharing the good, the bad and the ugly and I can’t wait to hear your stories of your days as a midlife maniac.
Together we can conquer, thrive and survive anything life throws our way.
*Midlife Maniac- a person that is sandwiched between a younger generation and an older generation while trying to squeeze a little midlife happiness and success on the side.