{"id":9024,"date":"2017-07-27T18:00:59","date_gmt":"2017-07-27T17:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=9024"},"modified":"2017-08-13T19:18:54","modified_gmt":"2017-08-13T18:18:54","slug":"im_forty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2017\/07\/27\/im_forty\/","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;m forty"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m forty years old.<\/p>\n<p>Much of me feels just like I did when I was 25. Other parts feel better.<\/p>\n<p>I sometimes think about ageing. I see my mother age and realize that my own old age is no longer distant enough to be invisible and unreal. I&#8217;ve noticed wrinkles appearing around my eyes, and my hair is gray. But I&#8217;m comfortable in my body. It&#8217;s healthy and strong, still. I am probably stronger than I&#8217;ve been for years.<\/p>\n<p>I am frustrated with my job, which is now all stress and no joy. But that reached such a peak in June that clarity struck like lightning and dissolved all doubts. It&#8217;s time for me to leave that job and move on.<\/p>\n<p>I am somewhat tired of being a mom. Perhaps I&#8217;ve let mothering dominate my life too much for too long. Or maybe not &#8211; maybe now is just the right time to pull back a bit. There is room for me to be more selfish again, to think about what&#8217;s good for <b>me<\/b> and what makes <b>me<\/b> happy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m forty years old. Much of me feels just like I did when I was 25. Other parts feel better. I sometimes think about ageing. I see my mother age and realize that my own old age is no longer distant enough to be invisible and unreal. I&#8217;ve noticed wrinkles appearing around my eyes, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9024","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-observing_the_self"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9024","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9024"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9024\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9025,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9024\/revisions\/9025"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9024"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9024"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9024"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}