I just always thought that by the time I’m in my 50’s, I would know what my opinion was on pretty much everything. Well, I never actually thought I would live to be in my 50’s until I was around 45ish and realized that it may actually happen. I’ve always expressed my opinions and was adamant about my convictions. Now, I think I’ve just come to not care as much. If I cannot decide what I really feel about something, I just opt to dismiss it, or them. Sounds harsh, but I’m talking Facebook people, not actual friends. Mostly over politics. I think I’m still in a mild depression and barely emerging from my shock and dismay. I am comforted by the thought that I am in the midst of another change in my life. Another path that is waiting. As long as I remember to stay in today and not try to formulate a “life plan” or something equally drastic, I am okay. My daughter left for her freshman year in college last Fall and I started grad school. I love all that I am learning but the pace is excruciating. This blog will be my escape. My journal. I’m not making many meetings these days and need a place to visit with like-minded people.