JEFFRIE ANN WROTE: I’m not exactly sure what is meant by “From California”, I just picked because I am. And I miss it. Not all Californians are the stereotype that comes to mind! Anyway… my “formerly” is kind of backwards. I used to think I was fit. But I was just thin and ‘playing’ at fitness. Now that I am a certified Pilates instructor in my early 50’s I know what fit really is…and it’s me! I know I will stroll through my later years not only thin but strong and flexible with great posture!
OK, cough it up!I want to know what your FORMERLY is, not least of all because perhaps it'll be as superficial and relatively unimportant in the scheme of things as is mine.
Obviously, the fact that you've always been the smartest kid in your family and yet couldn't bring yourself to finish your dissertation is nothing compared to the problems of veterans returning minus a limb, but it's still worth a few words. Or that your high school peers voted you most likely to get rich quick and you're working at Dunkin' Donuts. Or that you had the marriage and little blond children that seemed so perfect, and now you have an ex and bigger blond children that you see every other weekend.
Boo-effin'-hoo, some will say. You're not homeless. You're not trapped in some abandoned bomb shelter with nothing but a skeleton and some plant water to drink like that girl on All My Children. Get some real problems. And you will, at some point. But for now, I want to hear about your FORMERLY.
Go to the drop-down menu, and select a FORMERLY from among the ones I posted. If none apply, write your own in the box to the right. And then give me a few words (no more than 200) on your FORMERLY, what it meant to you and how you're dealing. You can also post a relevant picture (it needn't be you but something that says it all). Keep it relatively clean, kids, and feel free to post more than one. You can be serious, self-mocking, however you feel.
Formerly lived on the West Coast. Now the obscene level of noise pollution on the way to dropping my kid off at pre school in New York City makes me want to kick someone. Does every f*cking block in this city have to be under construction at all times??? Is there some kind of conspiracy going on here? I can’t take it anymore!
Formerly drank water from disposable plastic bottles. Now I appear smarter with my mint green nalgene bottle, but it keeps leaking all over my bag.
Formerly considered myself an optimistic person. Not really so much anymore.
Formerly a triathlete. Now I count a lame 45-minute spin class as exercise.
Formerly spontaneous. Now I filter every evening out through the lens of calculating how many hours of sleep I will get before my daughter wakes up 6:45 am.