It occurred to me recently that my life has gotten kind of small. I go to work and I come home. That’s about it.
I suppose this is somewhat normal for people with small children. Kids take up all of your time, energy and focus – and rightfully so. But now that my youngest is nearly potty trained and fiercely independent, I’m feeling the itch to expand my horizons a bit.
I was discussing this with my sister E this week. She is my most reliable commiserator (that’s a word!) and confidante. During our conversation, she told me about a woman she met who was in her 80’s who had run a chicken farm. And she was a competitive ballroom dancer. And she was a scuba diving expert who specialized in photographing sharks. The list of interesting facts about this woman was seemingly endless.
Someday I want to be that old lady looking back on a life full of amazing experiences. I want to have a big life. I want to raise my kids and love every moment of their lives, but I also want to speak foreign languages and tap dance, and be a gourmet cook, and travel the world, and be a writer and speaker and mentor. I want to create lots of different things. I want to take a class…no, I always want to be taking a class. I want to be creative and intellectual and worldly. I want to be fascinated and fascinating. I want my children to have big lives too based on my example.
So, I enrolled in a silversmithing class this fall and Willis is looking for an Italian instructor for the both of us. It’s a good start. I just turned 38. If I’m lucky, I have 30 or 40 years to fill up with learning and adventure. To get my life as big as I want it to be, I’d better get started now.