When I was younger, I liked to think of myself as a smart girl. I loved to have in depth, intellectual conversations with my friends, who were all much older than I was. But after having kids and staying home to raise them for nearly eight years, my smarts have all but vanished, along with my muscle tone and my patience.
I went to a dinner recently with a group of people, most of who did not have children, and found myself thinking I was a complete idiot. I mmmhmm'd and nodded, channeling my best Sydney Bristow. I was someone else. Not me. Someone smarter and worldly. But my mission wasn't so successful.
While they discuss the impact of extinction on our environment, I think about this sort of extinction:
Or maybe this is more my style:
They drink wine and fancy schmancy teas, while I’ve been known to:
Okay, that’s not totally true, sometimes I prefer this:
While they discuss politics, I think about this:
Or maybe even:
While they share their fine dining favorites of seafood and specially rubbed beef, I imagine my own fancy seafood diner:
They discuss books like this:
While my favorite book remains this:
They discuss television shows I’ve never heard about because this is the show I watched last:
So, my goal is to get a bit of my old self back (or the illusion of). Be a little more like this:
Wait a minute. . .