I love reading. The book was on the discount rack for 5 bucks. I couldn’t resist. I’m not a feminist; I know I’m not. I wonder if it’s because I was raised in a family where I could aspire to do anything I wanted; I was encouraged to. Even though my mom was mostly a stay-at-home mom and my dad went to work every single day, I was always told that I could do or be whatever I wanted. There was maybe one time when my dad showed the 10 year old neighbor how to ride our snowmobile, but wouldn’t teach me, said I wasn’t old enough …. I said: “ I’m 10 too”… I don’t think he had realized that.

My husband was also a man who would treat me as an equal in every way. But then I start reading “My Life on the Road” (2015) and I’m completely engrossed. In the first pages I read: “ Not even in the movies had I seen a wife with a journey of her own. Marriage was always the happy end, not the beginning.” (p.31), and I could put so many faces to that statement, even my own! Don’t misunderstand me, my husband never expected me to fulfill the traditional role of a woman at home, I imposed it on myself. It took me until I was 50 years old to realize that I wanted to pursue my own journey….and I have no one to blame but myself for that.

I don’t regret one minute of my life as a wife, and now that my own journey is beginning, it’s that much more exciting! If you’re not living your own personal journey, whether you’re a man or a woman, it’s never too late!

I’m here if you need me. Good luck!!