Time for a reset

Have you ever woken up and thought it obvious that you needed a "reset".    Like a "start-over" or "do-over"?  Or maybe, your reset button was pressed for you.      Or maybe you've been pressing it for years, and finally your system re-booted?

Well, that's what happened to me, and I've decided to chronical it, right here.    You know I thought turning 40 was a big milestone - worthy of blogging.    And then I thought the next weight loss attempt was worthy of a blog.     Or training for a half-marathon (which never happened by the way).

Well let me tell ya - I have a habit of not listening to that voice in my head and well, my reset button has just been....reset shall we say.  But in the most amazing way possible.

I have just broken up with my third (very) serious relationship (two marriages and a livein) and I am 45.    I woke up at 45 on anti-depressents, sleeping pills, in a marriage I despised, and 30 lbs over weight.      Push the reset button PLEASE!!!!!!    OMG how did that happen?   If someone would have told me all of this when I was 20 I wouldn't have believed it.    Who'd want to right?   Right?

And so, here I am - waiting for my "ex" husband to get home from his "full-time job" as a ski instructor (more on that - groan) so I can review a financial spreadsheet with him to buy him out of all things labeled "asset" - namely 2 houses.    It's 4:35 EST and I have poured my first glass of wine.

So welcome to my little home inside my home.   I'll be here alot - workin' stuff out.    Maybe someone will read this and find refuge in my stories.   This is my life, I own it, I got it, I'll fix it, and I will damn well push my "reset" button whenever the hell is pleases me from now on. :)

Hope you don't think I'm nuts - I'm not.  I actually have a great Corporate Exec job, lots of friends, two houses in the trendiest areas in my city, I just bought a brand new baby Prius (thank you reset button) and have a wonderful family.   I'm not crazy.  I just don't listen - ever - to that frackin' inner voice of mine.  What.  Is.  Up.  With.  That?????  

Here I will barf out every little whisper and if you're reading feel free to comment or tell me I'm crazy.  All good.   I'll just hit the delete button if I don't like it - ha, just kidding.

Thanks for dropping in - maybe we can be friends.

Hugs,
Susan

p.s.  I don't even like hugging! :-S