My life is not perfect…. I am not perfect. I’m not even close to perfect. I have moments when my days are so unorganized and stressful that I’m lucky I even make it in one piece to finally lay down in bed and fall asleep. I have many nights when I wake up in a panic thinking I’ve forgotten to do something or there are also the nights when I wake up in the middle of the night when my mind is racing making it really difficult to fall asleep. Heck, I’ve even had those nights when I wake up and have to get out of bed to go downstairs and cry for a bit all by myself.
This blog is not going to to tell you how to make your life picture perfect because, seriously, even pictures aren’t perfect. Most of the time we add so many filters to our photos that it becomes difficult to figure out what is reality and what is imagination. My life has no filters. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life because most of the time I’m winging it also. Sometimes, things are not going to be look perfect and sometimes they will look perfect that most of the time that will be just pure luck.
My hope is that this blog will be a friend you can sit down with and realize that as imperfect as your life may seem, it’s perfectly imperfect and everyone else’s life has its imperfections at times. Some times just knowing that others are having the same challenges helps us to make it to the end of the day.
If you are here expecting a beautiful, clean and organized house and life. You came to the wrong place. There are a whole lot of other blogs (I’ve seen them) where you can find those. My life and my home are not that. I hate cleaning and cooking but I love eating and organization so I try. Sometimes I absolutely love my job and sometimes I can’t wait to be able to retire. Most of the time, however, I can laugh at the craziness and I love the life that I’ve made for myself.
I hope we can create a community of support so that when those nights and days happen when we don’t think we have any more in us to give we can support one another and smile when it’s all done.
Who am I?
My name is Ana and I’m in my 50s. Maybe this is my answer to midlife crisis. I live in Camelot with my husband whom I will call H and two poodles, Adele (we didn’t name her) a miniature silver poodle and Dakota (we named this one) a standard white poodle. We don’t have children, not by choice originally but we’ve learned to deal with that disappointment but now we’re ok with it most of the time. I am a paralegal at a large financial institution and most of the time I really love what I do but there are those days when the thought of having to go to work makes me want to just pull the covers up over my head and go back to sleep.
Camelot is an older home, built in 1985. We moved here five years ago and little by little, very, very slowly are making it our own. It’s taking forever and most of the time money is a bit short so the “to do” list keeps getting longer instead of shorter.
H and I met in college and ….. well the rest is history. We are complete opposites and I guess we are a perfect example of how opposites attract. I hate the snow and winter, he loves it. I’m an introvert he’s an extrovert. I’m a morning person he’s a night owl. He loves to have the family around him, me? Well, I love my family but the introvert side of me prefers to love them all from far away with an occasional short visit. We manage to make things work and compromise whenever possible.
This blog is my navigation through this crazy life we’ve built together and hopefully it will be a place you can visit and feel welcome. So grab a drink and look around and if you have any questions don’t hesitate to leave me a note. If you don’t have anything nice to say or contribute, then don’t bother. Perhaps this blog is not for you and I will suggest that you don’t waste your time.
Thanks for reading