Allow me to introduce myself, as simplistically as possible: I am a married, employed, childless woman who lives in Alaska. I love dogs, and reading, and hiking, and running, and travel. And eating -- oh yeah, I'm a foodie.
But the most currently defining objective fact about me is this: I am 46 years old. The Middle.
I am neither young nor old. I have friends and relatives in their 20s and in their 60s. I remember TV and music and current events from a time most of my younger coworkers never knew and, frequently, couldn't imagine (a "party line," what's that?). I observe my body succumbing to aging changes, yet still feel vigorous. I still cannot conceive of my own death -- not really -- though my own mortality is increasingly perceptible.
I have lived long enough that I have experienced profound personal changes in my own life and the lives of loved ones: marriage, birth, death, suicide, cancer, recovery, addiction. And I've watched decades of Life go by enough to perceive trends, to realize that some things really do not ever change and are not worth fighting, and I realize I have so much left to learn.
And so that is my perspective, the perspective of this blog. I hope. I don't have an agenda, or an axe to grind. Some days I may write about my morning run. Or my dogs. Or grammar and punctuation (apostrophe-misusers, your days are numbered). Or Alaskan politics (probably not). Or how middle-aged American women disappear off everyone's screen except advertisers and other middle-aged American women. Or I may rant for half a page about Autocorrect.
One of the "How to Blog" help sites -- which quickly overwhelmed me so I stopped reading them -- suggested not to try to seem like an expert. Well, I'm certainly no expert on "What It's Like to Be a Middle-Aged Woman," except in my own life. So, if you're reading, you can take all this with a huge grain of salt. Or not.
In any case, I look forward to writing -- for you, for me. From the middle.
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