Starting over. Not fun, but not horrible. I know that there are thousands of us 50-something women out there who find themselves starting over at a time in their lives when they thought things would be different.

My story is probably very familiar to many of you. Up until I was 47, I was a busy wife and mother, raising a ballerina (see photo at left) and a rock star, when my husband decided he no longer wanted to be married and moved out of our home into a nice little apartment in Downtown Boston, where he could pursue a "romantic relationship" as he put it.

Shocked is putting it mildly when I found this out. Then horrified, and then distraught. But that was over three years ago. And I feel like I have moved on somewhat. Heh.

I have two children, and they are both on the threshold of leaving as well. In fact, my son is on his own and doing fine.
My daughter is now in Thailand and will soon be heading off for four years or more of college. So at the age of 50 I find myself alone. And perhaps poised for a great adventure.

I'm hoping to journal my thoughts about this new direction my life is taking and see growth with time passing.

And maybe, just maybe, chronicle my growth as a knitter.