Wish I had a crystal ball

So tonight I finally got the cork out of the bottle. I’m not accustomed to sipping on wine much anymore so after a glass of the stuff I begin to feel a little happy. That’s a euphemism, I think.

While I was sipping and listening to pretty music (Vivaldi, tonight) and thinking, it occurred to me:

I could get used to being without child pretty quickly.

I will cry buckets when the lad leaves home.

I am looking at a brand new life and it’s a blank slate.

I don’t remember who I was before I was Mom. But I’m not sure that matters now.

I am not a spring chicken anymore.

I am scared of that because ageism exists.

The future is a blank slate. What am I going to put on it?

I’m not a spring chicken anymore, but I feel like I’m 21 again.

My heels are itching to kick up some dust.

I want to do something that makes a difference.

That’s more information than you wanted to know, but that’s about where I am at the moment. A total mess of conflicting emotions. Boy, is this going to be an interesting few months coming up.