I just changed the title of the blog to "Confessions of a Late Bloomer." That's me. I am such a weirdo. Really. I have never fit in where I should have. Most of my contemporaries just don't get me. Not that I'm not friendly with people. I think I make them a little uncomfortable.
I was single when most gals my age were married.
I was childless (and desperately did not want to be) when most in my association and my age group were mothers of multiple children.
I am married to a grad student when most married women my age have a husband a decade or so out of grad school.
The women with kids my kids' age are 10 years (or more) my junior.
I have really been blessed, though. I have great friends in varying phases. I find that the people I can truly call friends I would have been able to call friends whatever we might have in common.
I have struggled being a weirdo... a misfit. I italicize it more than I should, perhaps because I don't want it pointed out to me.
It's time to own being a weirdo.