I was in my twenties the first time I asked that question. Now granted, I was wearing a white pleather mini skirt and a screaming neon green cold shoulder crop top with equally bright highlighter orange bangles and ankle socks. I should have been questioning my taste, not the calendar. (Or even the fact that I was wearing this get up to work…) But I remember that the girlfriends I asked sort of paused and looked concerned, And embarrassed.
Swinging on a hammock with my teenager one evening in early autumn, we began brainstorming blog title ideas. I started describing various environments and asking her advice and input on how to translate that visually.
I described for her the environment and feel that the blog seemed to be sending my way: that of a long weekend. A nice break, longer than the usual weekend, but not as drawn out as a full vacation. Not as much pressure to be momentous, but with the opportunity for spontaneous fun and adventure. I told her I was drawn to the name “The Long Weekend”, but that it was sometimes used to describe the period between the two World Wars, at least in England.
Something offered, or given from one person or entity to another, hopefully free of strings and expectations. A gift can be a favorable attribute or skill; the gift of gab, gifted and talented, gifted artist or musician. At certain times of the year, we turn our collective thoughts to gift-giving and buying. And even though it is a purely artificial construct, it’s nice to have a sanctioned nudge to focus our attentions on someone dear to us.
OK, we seriously need to talk. This conversation has been rolling around in my head for the longest time and I just have to stop for a second and tell you this: Do you realize how awesome you are? No. I can tell that you don’t by the way you just rolled your eyes and the automatic litany of “flaws” you rattled off in your head.
Welcome to The Long Weekend, a midlife pause between adventures!
I’m Pamela, and my vision for this blog is for it to be a useful and entertaining destination for you. That is, if you, like me are a woman over 40, probably feeling a bit ignored by mainstream media, but still with plenty to do, think, feel, and express. Most likely you’re a little freaked out by the aging process. Maybe you’re a woman looking for information, inspiration, and encouragement, or at least some solidarity as you embrace who and where you are now.