The why
So far I have had two blogs published. The first was all about adopting my second daughter and I called it, A Sister for Grace. I am so glad I captured those early days of adapting and adjusting and helping my daughter, understand and accept love and having a family. It helps me recall so many details that otherwise would have been lost.
As my daughters got older, I realized posting only about their lives was an invasion into their privacy. They were going through the struggles that all teens do and did not need me broadcasting it into the universe. I decided I should shift the focus to me, as a mom, but also as a daughter, as the source of my posts. The reason the two roles, mom and daughter, were both intertwined as my parents live next door. This blog was called, My Sandwich Life, as I was living between two generations, trying to juggle the needs of both, while maintaining some type of life for myself.
When life started getting too complicated, the posts dropped off and finally stopped.
My daughters were graduating from high school and someone, quite indignantly asked, "Didn't you plan on how to pay for college?" uh, no. I was just treading water, barely making it each month on my paycheck, so no, there were no funds for college.
I jumped into selling a product I had known all my life and things went great for a while. The added income was a godsend.
Of course life doesn't stay on the course you planned and my parents both went through significant illnesses and surgeries at the end of 2016. I made a bold decision, borrowed money against the value of my house, tore down the garage and storage shed, and had a tiny house built, specifically to meet their needs. By the time every thing was complete, their health had improved greatly and there was no longer an immediate need to move them into a smaller structure.
I saw an opportunity to make additional money and listed my tiny house on Airbnb. The first reservation felt like a miracle, the second unbelievable and then when they kept coming, I started to finally exhale that I might have hit a way to gather additional funds to help my daughters transition into adulthood.
And again, life didn't go exactly as I planned and within a few months, I experienced an injury that only "old" people have, I broke my hip. This has probably been one of the most eye opening, life changing events of my life. I realized people treated me like an old person.
I wanted to shout, don't you understand, I am not OLD! But no one was listening because I was having to use a walker to get around and I was restricted from driving. These are signs that you are OLD.
All of this comes down to my new blog - Better Older.
I think I am trying my best to believe that I can be better, older.
As my daughters got older, I realized posting only about their lives was an invasion into their privacy. They were going through the struggles that all teens do and did not need me broadcasting it into the universe. I decided I should shift the focus to me, as a mom, but also as a daughter, as the source of my posts. The reason the two roles, mom and daughter, were both intertwined as my parents live next door. This blog was called, My Sandwich Life, as I was living between two generations, trying to juggle the needs of both, while maintaining some type of life for myself.
When life started getting too complicated, the posts dropped off and finally stopped.
My daughters were graduating from high school and someone, quite indignantly asked, "Didn't you plan on how to pay for college?" uh, no. I was just treading water, barely making it each month on my paycheck, so no, there were no funds for college.
I jumped into selling a product I had known all my life and things went great for a while. The added income was a godsend.
Of course life doesn't stay on the course you planned and my parents both went through significant illnesses and surgeries at the end of 2016. I made a bold decision, borrowed money against the value of my house, tore down the garage and storage shed, and had a tiny house built, specifically to meet their needs. By the time every thing was complete, their health had improved greatly and there was no longer an immediate need to move them into a smaller structure.
I saw an opportunity to make additional money and listed my tiny house on Airbnb. The first reservation felt like a miracle, the second unbelievable and then when they kept coming, I started to finally exhale that I might have hit a way to gather additional funds to help my daughters transition into adulthood.
And again, life didn't go exactly as I planned and within a few months, I experienced an injury that only "old" people have, I broke my hip. This has probably been one of the most eye opening, life changing events of my life. I realized people treated me like an old person.
I wanted to shout, don't you understand, I am not OLD! But no one was listening because I was having to use a walker to get around and I was restricted from driving. These are signs that you are OLD.
All of this comes down to my new blog - Better Older.
I think I am trying my best to believe that I can be better, older.
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