This is my first time reading your work after chatting with you on a post. I have to say, it is sort of odd/interesting that after a random interaction in the online world that I would cross paths with someone whose life and feelings mirror mine so much. It's comforting. I am a married middle-aged woman with a cat and a dog. I run a non-profit education organization. I recently dealt with trying to navigate the world of healthcare for my ailing grandmother who lived with me and has since passed. My parents live with us in an in-law apartment in my home. I know one day we'll be dealing with both our sets of parents. I am always, ALWAYS wondering how in the world fun-loving, zany, carefree ME ended up being the most adultiest adult around. When we were young, we're all the adults feeling the same way? When we're elderly, will we look at the middle aged people and wonder why they think they're the adults?