Is This What A Mid-Life Crisis Looks Like?

Is This What A Mid-Life Crisis Looks Like?

That’s obviously what this is… what this crazy life is that I seem to be leading right now looks like.

It HAS to be a mid-life crisis.

There’s really no explanation for the fact that I’m doing crazy things that I SWORE I would never do.

Like planning to run a half marathon in February. Obviously I’ve lost my mind.

Like thinking I’m going to be writing a book over the course of the month of November.

See also: Lost my mind.

How about going back to work?

Or winning/buying a pair of (really uppity) cowboy boots that I’m going to go to my grave pretending that Ree chose me (and Lindsay and Stephanie) because we were the most awesome people on Earth…

See also, again: Lost my mind.

But aren’t they FABULOUS? (get ready because I’m giving some boots away soooooon.)

I’m assuming, and this is PURE ASSUMPTION, that along with a mid-life crisis comes brain farts, the inability to string words into sentences, night sweats, moodiness, and the desire to eat chocolate and buy a new car.

So is this what it looks like, this thing called a mid-life crisis?

Because if so, I’m totally gonna use that excuse to eat chocolate and buy a new car.

Anybody else feeling like this at 36? I know I’m not alone.

*****UPDATE: I quit. I quit NaNoWriMo. I realized it sounded like a wonderful idea but I just don’t have time for it. I’d like to make it to 37 without any more gray hairs than I have already so I’m letting it go. I’m going to try to write something, anything, every day to keep my brain sharp, though!

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Learning New Tricks

They say old dogs can’t learn new tricks.

I beg to differ.

The older I get, which OMG I THOUGHT I WAS ONLY 35 BUT REALIZED I’M ALMOST 37, I realize I have a huge desire to learn new things. Which brought me to …

Today’s (totally and completely optional) prompt:

What new tricks would you like to learn or have you learned?

Your five minutes starts now. 

stream of consciousness sunday

I crave learning. I always have. I know a little about a lot of things, always wanting to know more.

I ask questions. I’m curious. Nosy might be a better word for it, though.

I want to learn how to fry chicken. Knitting is on my list to master.

I want to learn REAL calligraphy, not just the pseudo-calligraphy I do already.

In my mind, I think with some practice, I could sing better.

Learning a little HTML code would be nice, as would learning how to fully use Excel. You’d think one would know how to do that by now, huh?

I’d like to learn how to be more assertive. Can that be learned?

Learning how to ask for help and then learning how to actually TAKE the help that’s offered… that would be lovely.

What do you want to learn to do?

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Outside the Zone

Comfort zones. We all have them. In fact, we wrote a few weeks ago about what makes us feel comfy-cozy. Today we’re going to talk about stepping out of your comfort zone and doing something you never thought you would or could. Or just write whatever. You know we’re easy around here!

Today’s (totally optional) prompt:

What have you done recently or would like to do that’s outside your comfort zone?

stream of consciousness sunday

This morning, I’ll be running my first 5k.

Four months ago, I woke up one morning and decided I was going to start running. So I did.

With arthritis, this hasn’t been so easy. The 9 week Couch to 5k program has taken me 16 weeks. I’ve had the most success jogging 4 minutes and walking 1 minute for the length of the run. It doesn’t feel like I’m a “runner” because I can’t run the whole thing without walking.

But dammit, I’m doing it. And in 4 more months, I’ll be at Disney with 30+ amazing women running the Disney Princess Half Marathon for the Ronald McDonald House of Central Georgia in memory of my Charlie.

My only goal for that race is to finish.

Today I’ll be stepping out of my comfort zone, into a zone I never thought I would venture into.

And after today, I’ll try to call myself a runner.

UPDATE: I finished. Without dying. 47:39 and the course was actually 3.43 instead of 3.1 (the people who measured were obviously numerically challenged)!!

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

 

You say neesh, I say nitch. Now I want a banana split.

Niches are like assholes. Everybody has one.

Or at least they’re supposed to.

That’s always one of the first topics of conversation at blogging conferences or get-togethers. “What’s your niche?”

At the NonCon, where we did little to no actual Conferencing (ps: did I tell you already that you would HATE it? because you would.), one of the roundtable discussions was about just this. Now, I am normally NOT one to speak up in a group of people I look up to and be definitive and confident in my words. I usually give my answer in a singsongy question-type way. You know, with my adorable Southern drawl added in.

But then it happened. I just blurted out, “My niche is being Jana. I’m a well-rounded person and I write a well-rounded blog.”  That was the first time I ever really owned those words. I’m proud of the fact that I’ve never put myself in a (writing) box.

Both Jason and I are people who know a little about most things, sometimes just enough to be dangerous, but we are knowledgeable about a lot of things both inside and outside our comfort zones. My friends are a diverse group, and from them I gain knowledge and insight into different ways to live and love.

I never want to be in a box (or a corner like Baby).

I don’t want to be the woman whose son died. Or the girl who only posts recipes. Don’t call me the girl who only talks politics or religion (won’t see that happening).

I want to be me. Jana. I want to sit in this place, on this site, and write from my heart. My well-rounded, multi-faceted, happy yet broken, heart.

All of this has been swirling in my head this week and today at work, we started talking about what ice cream flavor we’d consider ourselves to be. We took turns making them up for the other people in the office. There was vanilla, chocolate, rocky road… all the obvious favorites.

They had a hard time choosing one for me because they said I had too many “flavors.” So everybody settled on a banana split because it had many components to it. It hit me that others see me the way I see myself.

And that’s flattering to me.

So you want me to have a neesh? Or a nitch? However you say it, Jana is all you get. You get me. In all my Banana Split glory.

Now, who wants to bring me some ice cream?

This one time, at blog camp…

This one time, at blog camp…

This one time, at blog camp, I found my people and lost my words.

I spent last weekend at Callaway Gardens for the Aiming Low Non-Conference and it was far and away one of the best experiences of my (blogging) life. Anissa and the Aiming Low team did an excellent job pulling all the best parts of conferences and combining them in a way that made the 75-100 people who were there feel like they were at summer camp.

There was much talking, eating, complaining about bad coffee, laughing, crying, and bonding over our common thread… our words.

Meeting the lovely Stephanie and Lindsay in person, seeing other friends for the fourth or fifth time, getting toon swag from JC Little… I can’t put it into words.

Winning boots and photobombing The Pioneer woman… speechless.

You know, nevermind.

Since I can’t find the words to express my overflowing emotions about how wonderful this NonCon was, I’m going to leave you with some pictures.

Unless you were there, it won’t make any sense anyway.

But for those of you I had the lovely opportunity to commune with last weekend, I love you all. And I’m ready for next year. Unless Anissa decides we need to do it twice a year!

And now I’m off to dig through the inspiration from all the strong people I call friends, and find my words.

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