I have often said, if you look at my life from outside my circle, it looks perfect.
Yep. Sheer perfection.
Perfect family...perfect house...perfect job...perfect wardrobe...not even a single gray hair!
So what's wrong with this picture?
Nothing, if you want to live in Stepford.
Stepford is fine for some women. They like being part of a life that guarantees a certain level of comfort and consistency without any pesky surprises. For twenty-five years I was willing to go through the motions--important motions, but motions nevertheless. Then, when my youngest left home (for Philly, of all the godforsaken places), I thought "Is that it? Is that all there is?"
I want the answer to be "no."
I want there to be surprises. Even if I have to make them myself.