porcupine clinging to a tree
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So this is one of those symbolic posts with a somewhat symbolic picture.

I saw this image in the hub’s Flickr feed and thought, oh wow, that’s me.

I’m hanging on for dear life and I might have a few prickles out.

I’m a hermit who is often nudged out of her comfort zone by Life.

And to be honest, sometimes I emerge because there are Life things I want to do. But there’s always a bit of the “wild eye” around the edges, even for the things I want to do. Because I’m a hermit. Possibly with a bit of coward in there. lol

For instance, this post is bookended between two Life events. Interestingly enough, one was a wedding and one is, well, more related to end-of-life Stuff.

My sister and I were talking about Where We Are In Life and realized that mostly we’re in this Great InBetween. We’re not young parents anymore. We’re not dead yet (unless you believe Goodreads). We’re sandwiched between our adult kids and our aging parents. It’s not a place we saw coming. And I can’t say I really prepared for it.

Maybe it’s not possible to prepare for this particular Unknown.

I try to think back to that young mom, or even that not-so-young mom, but the one with kids still at home. What did I think the future would be like? What did I think this time of my life would be life?

Being a grandparent is ever better than I hoped. I love spending time with my grownup kids, too. They’ve turned into amazing people (despite me!). I have a grownup relationship with my parents (mostly).

So what is my problem?

I’d would have to say it is the…advanced warning, or view into what it is like to get older. Being able to suddenly see further down the road.

Honestly, I never ever wanted my parents to get old. The kid hiding inside my also-aging body still wants my dad to be my dad, my mom to be my mom. Parents aren’t supposed to get old. Even though logically I know they will and have.

Unless Fate takes a hand, their “end date” will happen sooner than mine. I realize they are still teaching me (and I am, and hope that I will be still teaching my kids up to my end date) about this last great adventure in this Life.

My siblings and I are trying to age gracefully (I did mention I’m delusional, right?), while trying to help our parents in ways that don’t take away their agency or sense of self or, well, parentness. Because they are slowing down, we have to pause and think through things, have to act slower than maybe we like because, well, parents. Because we can see this is hard for them, too.

Because adventures ARE hard. They always have been.

So yeah, I’m kind of clinging to that tree (with the illusion there is a fixed point I can cling to) and looking around a bit wildly. While trying not to look wild-eyed for my kids.

Mostly I guess I’m learning that the learning never does stop. Every time I think I’ve got “things” figured out, “things” change. Life Happens. A Lot.

So, it’s Monday. Are you clinging to anything today? Harboring hopes for something possible or delusional? Caught trying to balance two different times of your life? Care to share how you’re managing? Could use some tips here!

Besides, I love comments so much that I pick a favorite to receive my monthly AnaBanana gift basket ($25 value).  (And don’t forget that once a quarter I’ll be tossing in something fun from the Perilously Fun Shop!) Recipient is announced the first blog post of the new month.

Perilously yours,


P.S. I seem to have a lot of characters caught between past, present and an uncertain future, so it was hard to pick just one today. But I think Sara always wins that one. Lol And you can always try the first part of The Key for free!

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THE KEY – as a four-part series!
A Symbolic Cling/Sandwich Post
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8 thoughts on “A Symbolic Cling/Sandwich Post

  • May 24, 2016 at 5:14 pm

    Yes, I’m right there with you (well, maybe ahead of you)! I refuse to believe my daughters are 49 and 52. It cannot be!

    • May 26, 2016 at 11:18 am

      LOL! Yeah, my “baby” is in his thirties. It’s a bit sobering to contemplate. And it feels like it happened so fast!

  • May 24, 2016 at 4:52 pm

    Adventure can be really tough! You get excited about going someplace new but then once you’re there, you’re not in your own bed, you don’t recognize the food, etc etc. I love to travel and I still have a hard time with these things! Same thing goes with writing or starting something new.

    • May 26, 2016 at 11:19 am

      You do a lot of adventuring! The beds and challenging food are probably the main reason I don’t venture too far from home these days. I’m in that “fun” place where I don’t sleep that good in my own bed. LOL

  • May 24, 2016 at 6:38 am

    Great post, Pauline! I think knowing the adventure is always changing and then trying to go with it as gracefully as possible seems to be the key. We can be messy about it, and fight it, but change is still going to happen. So we might as well take the path as calmly and gracefully as we can. At least, that seems to be the best way. It upsets the least amount of people! Lol!

    • May 24, 2016 at 11:25 am

      Lol! That is so true! I keep hoping I can make my inside as calm as my outside anyway. Lol

  • May 23, 2016 at 12:52 pm

    Pauline other than having no grand children but 2 great nieces and 3 great nephews I agree with every word. My mother is 85 and she still will jump over my head. She has a big house which she still does most of the cleaning herself. She doesn’t drive anymore but manages to get out and about but tries easily. I use to think my grandparents were old but, in fact their were only a little older than I am now. I don’t get out either as much as I should.

    • May 23, 2016 at 1:39 pm

      That’s the big shock, isn’t it? Realizing that you’re the same age you grandparents were when you thought they were SO old. It’s pretty dang sobering! Thanks for the kind comments and shares!

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