After publishing my first post yesterday, I realized that I had told you about the tattoos that I got last year – my first two – but I didn’t think to show you pictures.
Shame on me!
This is the first one, that I got last June, on my left forearm. As I mentioned in my last post, I am an avid reader so this one was really a no-brainer for me. I mean, obviously, my first tattoo had to revolve around books!
The top sign – 3 pines – is the fictional Eastern Townships village where many of Louise Penny’s books take place. She is a marvelous Canadian mystery writer from right here in my home province. It’s worth starting her Armand Gamache series from the beginning.
The middle sign – the shire – is an homage to The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings series. They are masterpieces of imagination, courage and heart.
The bottom sign – castle rock – is the fictional town that plays a role in several of Stephen King’s novels. It was Stephen King who started me on my livelong journey of reading with his novel The Talisman (written with Peter Straub) so I had to honour him.
My second tattoo, which I got last November, is a maple leaf on my right wrist. I am a proud Canadian, living in Montreal, and wanted to express that. I’ll write more about where I live in a later post. The thing that makes it even more special is the fact that my daughter came with me and got a matching one. When your daughter wants to get a matching tattoo with you, you know that you must have done something right!
I’ve been calling my first one my midlife crisis tattoo. I had thought about getting one for a long time but always shied away from actually doing it. I decided that it was finally time to stop worrying and just do it! Life is too short to regret not doing things.
Some people were pretty shocked that I did it. They never figured me for the “type” but I honestly don’t believe that there is a “type” anymore. Tattoos have become so mainstream that people from all walks of life seem to have them now; including middle-aged-almost-empty-nesters.
There is nothing like creating the first post for a new blog!
I had a blog years ago when my kids were younger but there came a time when I just kind of drifted away from it. I can’t point to any one reason why but it happened. Lately, I have been thinking about writing more and more and I realized that I really missed blogging. It was a way to organize my thoughts, to express what was rolling around in my brain and the interaction with others felt really good. I didn’t have a huge readership but those who stuck around were pretty great.
The decision to create a whole new blog rather than try to pick up and dust off the old one was a fairly easy one. I’m no longer the single mother with two kids to cart around to soccer and birthday parties. I am still single but my kids are grown now – 20 year old son and 18 year old daughter – with one out on his own and other so busy with school, work and friends that she’s almost out. I am a middle-aged almost-empty-nester! How the hell did that happen? It seems that I was 30 yesterday……….
A new phase of life deserves a new blog.
I don’t think that this blog will concentrate on any one thing. I promise that not every post will be about middle aged angst. I will likely write about interesting things that happen in my life, books that I’m reading, movies and TV shows that I watch and maybe even a recipe or two that I’ve enjoyed. What I’m saying, I suppose, is that this will be my space to reflect on life in general. I promise to try to stay away from politics. We are already so overloaded with that already.
I am forty-nine years old (the big 5-0 next January!), amicably divorced and happily single. I am an avid reader and probably watch too much tv. I am a huge fan of The Walking Dead and am currently enjoying the second season of American Gods. I’m not a social butterfly but love the small circle of friends that I do have. My language is mostly fairly clean but I’m not opposed to a good “fuck” when it’s appropriate. I don’t exercise as much as I should and could make better food choices……… I am a work-in-progress.
I have worked at the same place for twenty-five years (in May) and am starting to wonder if it’s time to leave my comfort zone and look for something else. Don’t get me wrong, I love the job security. The steady paycheque allowed me to give my kids a roof over their heads and food in their bellies and I will forever be grateful for that. I also really like my coworkers. I’m just at a point where I’m feeling restless. Is that the right word? Maybe adrift? Wondering if this is all there is? Can we all say midlife crisis?
Speaking of a midlife crisis, I got my first tattoo last June and my second one in November. The first one was dubbed my “midlife crisis tattoo”. The shock on people’s faces when I showed up with a big tattoo on my left forearm was worth the price of admission, lol!
I’m pretty sure that I’m not done with this crisis period. It may only just be starting………..