I celebrated my 52nd birthday a few days ago. The next day, I wrote an exam. The day after that, I wrote another exam. The first exam was on infant and child development, the next one on neuropsychology. If you’re wondering why a 52 year old, menopausal woman is writing exams, you’re not alone. I’m wondering it myself. I wondered last week as I condensed 70+ pages of notes into ten. I wondered on my birthday as friends and family blessed me with gifts, well wishes and sage advice for aging gracefully. I wondered this morning before entering the neuro exam reading over my notes one more time and I wondered as I read questions on the test I had no idea how to answer.
At 52, you’d think I’d be settled in to my life, enjoying the freedom of an almost empty nest, and content in a 26 year relationship that’s developed nicely into a solid friendship. So why am I writing exams, studying till my brain hurts, and fretting over a mark someone else gives me for what they think I know or don’t know?
Hell if I know!