What is my purpose? I've been half joking with Eric and some friends lately about how I don't have a purpose anymore. It seems that the past almost 17 years my life and schedule has been dictated around Raquel's life and schedule and now, it seems it's coming to an slow grinding halt. Not once did I complain about taking her or her friends here or there, running around at the last minute because she needed something, making sure she was on time or where she was suppose to go, fulfilling every need pertaining to some sort or event or activity...in fact, I enjoyed it...I had a purpose.
Don't get me wrong, I know I have another daughter and 3 grandchildren, but they don't live with me and Meredith is busy fulfilling her purpose with 3 squirrely boys and the truth be told...I can only handle them in small doses. I truly love them but if my purpose was to go insane...then I'd spend more time with them. My husband half jokingly says that now my purpose is to tend to him. I know he trying to be funny, but he spent 31 years on this planet before he met me and he did quite well for himself. He doesn't need or want me to cater to him...except when he's sick and you know ladies, when that happens we need to alert the press.
But I digress...
So now that Meredith has her own family and although Raquel is not gone yet, she's pretty much doing for herself as far as tasks go and Eric is on auto pilot , I have to start thinking about where I fit in and how my relationships have shifted and change to accommodate this evolution. I now understand when people talk about the "empty nest" syndrome but it doesn't make it any easier. I have my hobbies, my 2 hours of work a day, my friends and my smarts and creativity...somehow, I'll figure it out...if menopause doesn't make my head explode first...
I'm just sayin'