Ahhhhhhh, Sunday. A time to reflect on the week you've just had, and anticipate the coming days and how you'll dazzle the world next week!

Or . . . . not.

This past week was GREAT, and horrible. It was VALIDATING, and demeaning. I was JOYFUL, then in dispair. Yes, it is a good thing they invented Prozac.

"Desperately Seeking Me"
That should be the name of this blog. I may change it.

I already had a mid-life crisis - at least I thought I did. I was 27 and in my first marriage to a nice guy. I left my entire life. I left my husband, my home, my dog, my friends, my job, my city (adopted - Atlanta), and I was GONE. It wasn't easy, it wasn't the "right" thing to do, but I felt like my sanity depended on it! I was absolutely losing my self totally, and I didn't know how to find me if I stayed in that situation.

I came back home to the city of my birth, I got the best job I've ever had, I re-connected with college friends, made new friends, and surrounded myself with family. My new husband (of ten years now) and I have made a wonderful life together. We have created a family of six, and we are a team. I'm so proud of all that we have done, but I just can't seem to find me anywhere!

This identity loss is all my doing, and most of it purposeful. And I've talked with several women whose husbands have left them and their young children for other women, and they all say that their loss of identity probably played the biggest part in the breakup. That's very sobering. That says that it is imperative for my own sanity as well as "for the team" that I get my little identity crisis worked out quickly.

This has been building for the better part of a year now, and the issues are clear. The solution, however, escapes me. There may be no instant solution, and this may be one of those "process" things. OMG! I really don't have time for that.

Stay tuned . . . . . more details to follow.