I was so busy for years as a single parent that I think I lost sight of goals for myself. Maybe I'm ready to try something new. One of the great perks of mid-life is the luxury of focusing on the self after years of serving others. Newness enhances mindfulness and we pay more attention to the unfamiliar. When we are mindful, time slows down and we live in a different way.
Goals are often too remote.
New experiences plus goals would be my prescription. Also, it was approaching that fearsome number. It is a number that is conceptualized as the top of the hill, beyond which everything else is downhill from there. I couldn't bear crossing over into a territory in which people who make judgments about me that did not match my view of myself, or my sense of my own potential. I seem so invisible to men and women respond so well to me.