Maybe putting a number on it is the wrong way to gauge the endless reinventions we manifest in our lives, sometimes small, sometimes unplanned, sometimes deliberate and huge.
For instance, in my late 30s I went from being a single Seattleite employed in a publishing company to being a wife, stepmother, expat, business owner and video producer. I think I was in shock for a couple of years.
|Montacute House, Somerset|
Ten years later I became a returning daughter and sister as well as a 40-hour-a-week office worker, while easing my husband through his own shock at being an expat!
|my mom and siblings and me|
And now that I'm away from office life, I'm sort of in shock again. Being self-employed has its challenges, but as a lifelong grammar geek and now fledgling freelancer, I'm finding myself more interested in work than I have been in years. The work I do is something I enjoy and that comes naturally to me (I know, it's sad that correcting text is my best talent). And I'm networking with interesting people who may need my services as a copy editor some day - like self-published authors - and that's got me thinking about trying to write something more substantial than a blog post. Maybe a short story, or...
|the beach at Malibu, 2011|
Anyway, my point is - well, I don't really have a point. I'm just thinking about how life evolves and surprises you.
Strangely, although I have more control of my time, I haven't done anything visually creative lately. It's funny how my artistic instincts have been subsumed by starting a business - and worrying about money and health care and retirement. But I think my muse is warming up the fondue pot. I may be ready for blogging again, and I'm finally thinking about making some more of my little dioramas. (If you're looking for unique Christmas gifts, look no further than the Muse Marketplace tab above!)
Or I could take more photos. Or do some sewing, alter some clothes, or paint some shoes.