Now that we've traded our birth control pills for KY jelly, our stilettos for comfort shoes, and our eyeliner for eyeglasses, we may wonder what's next.
I do. I frequently wonder, "What's next for me?" After a lifetime of being a full time mother, what am I now? I don't know. I'm siupposed to find wonderful activities that fulfill and enrich me. Trouble is, sometimes my joints ache and my poor old body protests, "I'm tired," and the mere idea of those wonderful activities leave me wanting a nap.
Yes, I nap. In the middle of the afternoon. There. I've said it. In our culture, not to mention our church, wasting time is akin to saying that you hate small children and kick puppies. I'd worry about it more if I could stay awake long enough.
Another confession: I don't sleep at night. Even with my fancy new bed, I toss and turn, only hours later to settle down to a light doze from which the lightest sound awakens me. My night goes something like this: toss and turn, sleep for a half hour, toss and turn, get up and go to the bathroom, return to bed and sleep for a half hour. (If you ever wonder why many of my blogs are posted in the wee hours of the night, it's because I'm not sleeping. Again.)
And so it goes.
I'd write more on the subject, but it's time for my nap.