This is not a story about someone who knows who she is from the get-go.
This is a story of a woman who’s worn many different professional uniforms, who has enjoyed many hobbies, and lovers, who has lived abroad. This is a story of a middle-aged woman who’s still trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up. Is there a “Meetup” for that?
One thing is clear: she likes to be a student. She has two post-graduate degrees: one in law (she practiced for less than 5 years), and another in psychology (she never became licensed as a psychotherapist). You might ask, “what was the point of all that education, time, money, research papers and sleepless nights worrying about getting an “A”. The point is: it’s not the outcome that matters; it’s the process, my dears. The journey vs. the destination. And oh man, what a journey!
During both programs she learned so much about how the world functions (and doesn’t), how people interact with one another (and fail to), how she fit into the larger scheme of things (and didn’t). All of it so valuable, and still quite useful years later, even if the degree didn’t result in the long-term career it was designed to prepare her for.
This is not the story of a linear life. It is the story of a messy one, with jagged turns and dead-ends, and starting from scratch…yet again. It’s exhausting if she stops to think about it. She tries not to think about it.