Instead of moaning and groaning about empty nests, expanding waistlines, and lost libidos, midlife women should write something. Now is the time to release the passionate muse that has languished for years beneath responsibilities for raising children, establishing careers, maintaining homes, retaining happy marriages, and campaigning for political causes and charities.
So, while I may not be able to work a traditional nine to five, I absolutely have an occupation; one that requires much time, effort, precision, and responsibility. When I now sit down in those uncomfortable waiting room chairs to fill out the dreaded new patient paper work I no longer have a lump in my throat. When I reach the occupation blank I can write with satisfaction that I am a "Professional Patient."