Musings of a mid-life mom

What am I doing with my life?

Lately, I've been asking myself some tough questions. What do I want my life to be? Do I even enjoy writing anymore? Is it still lucrative, or is AI slowly taking over, making it easier for non-writers to cobble something together with a little robotic assistance?

At 53, with a resume full of marketing and writing jobs, I wonder—what else could I even do?

Part of me wants to quit writing altogether. Maybe I’ll find a retail job. But then I wonder, would anyone hire me? And more importantly, would I even enjoy it? I’d have to work weekends and holidays—definitely not ideal.

Another part of me considers sticking to what I know. Maybe a marketing gig or a virtual assistant job would work. One thing I know for sure—I’m not interested in a commute.

Then there’s the dream of running my own business. But what would I sell? I don’t create things, I’m no master in the kitchen, and all I’ve really known are words—how to weave them together (though this current stream of consciousness might not show it).

Could I make a living from my blog or this Substack? I’d love to, but I have no idea how to attract more traffic. Does anyone even care about what I have to say?

I’m stuck. Confused. Despairing. My pride is slipping, and so is my credit score.