For those of you who enjoy reading about an older heroine, let me tell you about my book, The Year I Lost My Mind. When Beth Rutledge turned fifty, the number didn’t really bother her—but everything else seemed to be disturbing. She was irritated by her husband, David, and his fastidious and predictable habits. Her marriage was solid, but Beth was suddenly missing a part of herself that seemed to have gotten lost along the way. She spends the next year trying to reclaim that lost part.
Beth's story begins:
My name is Beth Rutledge. Today is my birthday. I am fifty-one years old. I have a thriving interior decorating business, a son in college, a daughter who just made me a grandmother and a husband whom I love very much. My mother will tell you that I have been having a midlife crisis. My best friend will tell you that I am courageous. My husband will tell you that, on my last birthday and for just a little while, I lost my mind.
I will tell you this: Sometimes you have to lose something in order to reclaim it. Sometimes you have to trust the love that holds the seams of your life together and stretch it to a new limit. Sometimes you just have to lose your mind... and follow your heart.
I loved writing this story of a woman who has a good life, a loving husband, and two wonderful kids. But still realizes something is missing. And it doesn't mean walking away from what is already good in order to find it. It means trusting the love in her life to support her through the journey. The transformations that occur in Beth and in those around her change all of their lives forever. I've journeyed with many women who faced similar questions. I've faced those questions myself. They're a part of life. If we're lucky, we have the support of those who love us even though they don't understand what's happening. But isn't that the essence of love?