I’m pushing 50, but inside I still feel about 12, only now I’ve got more kids to play with (who often call me Mum). Life’s busier than ever, but that odd, bouncy, childlike feeling has settled into something unfamiliar… which I’ve slowly and comfortably learned to call home.
I’ve always lived on the edge of every circle: work, family, community, even life itself. I don’t quite fit in, and to be honest, I don’t really want to. Think of me like a woodpecker: I’ll pop my head in now and then, but never for too long.
My buzzing mind and lack of consistency make me reliable in just one way, I will get bored! And when I do, I’m as good as gone. If there were ever a competition for giving up, one that recognised honesty and effort in short bursts, I’d be a champion. No doubt about that!
This blog is for the in-betweeners, the floaters, the quietly chaotic, and the wonderfully inconsistent, anyone who’s ever felt a bit on the edge of things, and decided that’s exactly where they belong.
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