Midlife is a bewilderment
It’s a rite of passage; only you’ve got a blindfold on…and where the hell is the fucking door?
You know you’re not after your lost youth. Hell no…that was painful.
But that broken you seems to be hurting more than ever now.
Why is she still here? And what are you to do with her?
You know you aren’t who you used to be, whoever that was…but who are you now?
And who are you supposed to become? Do you even have a say in it
One thing’s for sure: something’s got a hold of you.
You’re spellbound and that spell is so powerful.
You’re burning from the inside out, and you don’t know for WHAT.
Too many years of drenching yourself in the wrong medicine
…or medicine that worked for you then, but not now
…of taking care of everyone but yourself
…of playing roles written for you long ago
…of guarding your darkest, most wounded places from exposure…
That wrong medicine has blocked that inner, intuitive whisper.
And that whisper is the door.
You have to listen now with a courage and a self-trust and a self-love that you’ve never fully called upon before…and that, my sister, is both the challenge and the gift of what you’re going through.
You are burning for YOU.
Because no matter how much you accomplish, what you’ve put behind you, what your plans for the future, this is what’s missing: the deep, sweet sanctuary of your own divine enoughness.
That place where you were never really broken.
It’s time to claim that place.
Welcome.