Hello, I am a mid-40s woman with two young children. No I didn’t have an amazing career that made me put off having my children until my late 30s.
I went a little primary school in Berkshire, won a scholarship to a private and academic girls school in Reading, started a degree in English at a technical college (not even a poly) and later trained in creative arts psychotherapy, leaving without finishing the qualification.
So a bit of a disappointment to my parents (daddy, may you rest in peace) and mostly to myself.
But now I feel a confidence that I could only have dreamed of when I was younger. After years of personal development and therapy, deep processing and studying I now don’t give more than one monkey what people think. Actually that’s a lie. I do care greatly what people think but I have learned to not take it personally. Positive or negative, bonus or booby prize.
What’s most important to me? My children, because the buck stops here. Self-acceptance. Because then I can be compassionate towards others. Peopling my world with those that understand me. My lovely A. Because we are learning to understand each other.
joanna