50 is just another number. Many people feel this way in their youth, some much older.

My background. My name is Cindy and I have 2 grown children (Adults), a very self sufficient husband who works full time.

3 cats that are very unsocial and definitely not cuddly. I have no talents and the only thing I enjoy is reading.

I retired 8 months ago at 53, all my friends work different shifts with different days off. I feel lost. I was always so and so’s mother. Had work to go to and seemed to be needed a lot. Now, nothing. Who am I. Why am I here. What is my purpose. What are my passions. I know how I should feel (happy, elated, carefree, stress-free, grateful, on top of the world), but I don’t. I feel lost, scared, sad, anxious beyond belief and easily overwhelmed by noise, too many people around me and to-do-lists that have more than 2 items on them. My ADHD probably has something to do with many of these feelings. Don’t get me wrong, I still smile, see the beauty in the world and all. I can see the big picture but I’m a blur in it. I started this blog to find like minded people and to develop a community of great supportive people who may be going through similar struggles, no matter what the age.