Too Many Hats

Divorcee.Single mom. Therapist. Program Director.Friend.Sister.Daughter.Probably in that order. If I could make the first one happen, it would bring a little relief to the rest, it kind of clogs up the current identity flow here. Funny that survivor didn't rank in...maybe that is just a sign that my recent clear scans has given me a boost of confidence until next March when I panic again about that. Maybe I just don't have time for it. Not that I'm in pity party mode here, I'm not, but I'm just too busy and preoccupied with too many things. Not a good place to be because it means nothing is getting done at 100%. I feel like I'm 15 again in a weird way, old enough to know what I am good at, but shaken enough to doubt my perceptions of people and doubt my path here. Maybe a renewed adolescence can be liberating...time to reaffirm who I am and what I want without having to be burdened with my "husbands" needs or desires. Time to shed the skin I've been in for too long and slither out a new fresher version of myself. Sounds good...until I realize that means I have to stop long enough to think about where I'm headed and make a plan. Maybe if I shed the skin I will actually make this blog something more than my secret occasional diary. I suppose even the simplest metamorphosis takes it's own time to come to life...so Patty saves her Irish jugs...and figures out how to get a life.