Twenty-Five to Fifty-Five: Most Perplexing Yet Fulfilling Time in a Woman's Life

Let’s see, twenty five, oh yes I have a somewhat vague recollection of this stage in my life, albeit a blurry one. It was a very stressful time trying to figure out whether or not I had the stamina for a “career” and motherhood or if I was just going to pass myself off as a worker bee, grab quick power naps at my desk and wait till the last minute to pull something together that could pass for good solid work to present to the Queen Bee aka Mistress of Doom. Now cut me some slack here, it’s not like I had a choice, I had to work, it was either that or panhandle on the street corner and I have no discernable talents worth showcasing. Yes, twenty five was a hard age.