So much has changed in my life in the last decade. My children are grown, I'm not married anymore, some of my loved ones are dead and I am beside myself with longing. I swear I haven't really cried since I had a hysterectomy at the age of 41. What is wrong with me? I feel like I have been going through the change for a decade now. When is it going to end? I want to feel normal. Is that even a thing?
Sundays are so hard for me recently. I keep thinking about my Granny and longing to see her and this melancholy comes over me and it feels like I am drowning in memories. I see the pine trees and smell the fresh turned dirt in the fields as the farmers prepare for the planting of their crops and my mind goes back to the summers I spent at her house a child. The smells in the air - the smell of this state. Memory is tied to smell. North Carolina around here smells like pine, earth, sunshine and tobacco. I kid you not, you can drive down a back country road at midnight in the middle of July and you can smell the sweetness of the tobacco on the warm night air and there is nothing like that anywhere else in the world. (That is the most southern thing anyone could say right?)
Well, I am mostly ranting today, it helps to get these thoughts out in this blog. What are your thoughts about middle age? Are you going through the change of life? I don't think this topic is talked about enough and we need to challenge that. Anyway....
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