I'm 60. Too little exercise, too much chocolate, too much time spent fretting over adult children whose lives aren't working out quite like we had hoped. Married son has moved back in with us (but into a smaller house - we recently downsized), no real explanation what's going on with his marriage but he sold his little house and split the money then paid off their debts from his share, so he's broke.
I'm married to a nice man (one mild betrayal, I say that now though it didn't feel mild at the time and I still haven't got over it... things are different, not all glowy like they used to be) and I am feeling like it's time I did something for me. I need my own space. It's too late to do a degree or anything career-wise but I yearn for huge skies and rolling countryside or seashores or mountains to get lost in like where I grew up. I live in the suburbs now and I think I'm slowly dying. Well we all are I suppose, and I know I'm lucky overall but I just feel like walking and walking all by myself but where would I sleep, and my family would worry so it's probably just a hopeless dream. I wish I could be Harold Fry but without the publicity.