I’ve recently been feeling below par for several reasons: a relationship that had held promise but was shrivelling, and the aftermath of a prolonged period of sciatica still slightly rumbling on.
While trawling LinkedIn, I chanced upon a post asking what you could talk about for 20 minutes with passion and with no notes.
Without hesitation, flowing from my fingertips, I wrote THIS:
“I would talk about midlife women grabbing that whole messy time when you think, “WTF… I didn’t sign up for this!”, including peri-menopause/ menopause, as a sacred rite of passage into more of who they were designed to be; a midlife transition to step into their delicious evolutionary growth and potential of wild elderdom, their magnificence and the highest good, for themselves as well as others…”
SHA-FREAKIN-ZAM!
From meh to skin-tingling alive in minutes, enthused, motivated and back in the saddle.
And I realised I’d forgotten and disconnected from my purpose, my raison d’être, a vital part of my inner power pack.
That can happen oh so easily through the trials and tribulations of being in a human spacesuit and living in this world of form and matter. So…
This is the bit where I raised my eyes to the heavens, shook a determined fist upward, and asked the divine why it must be so complicated; why aren’t you and I plugged in all the freakin’ time?
I heard silence and the faint echo of a cosmic chuckle from somewhere out in the universe!
What is a woman supposed to do?
Have it tattooed on one of my thighs?
Not such a bad idea, woman…
Not such a bad idea!
Love and wild warm wishes…
Wake eager for the day, glad to
be alive, and create a life you love!
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