Me, too. The questioning malaise first struck at 27 when I suddenly realized that I was at an age where I should be settled in doing what I should be doing and wasn’t. Then it never really went away.
Until recently, when I suddenly realized that my niche is, in fact, a pillow forte. Take today . I sit here typing one handed as Peggy bats at the keyboard, avoiding the Shift key that doesn’t work, Queen blasting, Miles is whacking at things with a big spoon and wearing no pants. It’s cosy. It’s protective. It’s full of joy and tensions and life enough. The world gets on with its own particular brand of ugly, brilliant and downright weird stuff. I stick my nose out now and then and shake my fist at some kind of madness or another, sign a petition, and then retreat. Back to the toddler now pouring water off the verandah, the dodgy shift key, the music, mess, constant interruptions and smiles that span the totality of my life right now. You can join me if you like. Time out is time well spent. The world can wait.
*This cute image downloaded from cutearoo.com