I wasn’t always as dedicated to following my own inner compass as I am now.” In fact I’m pretty sure there were years when my compass was lost somewhere in the bottom of my old Girl Scout backpack!
When I was 41 I found myself fluctuating between apathy and rage. I looked everywhere for the cause – my work, my husband, my children -but couldn’t determine a source. And couldn’t see any way out of what I was feeling. I would find myself driving down the road wondering if it wouldn’t be easier – and if my family wouldn’t be better off – if I just drifted into oncoming traffic.
I had no idea what was wrong with me.
Luckily for me, a serendipitous encounter with just the right novel (Sue Monk Kidd’s The Mermaid Chair) was my gateway to realizing that what I was feeling was classically perimenopausal.
I‘ve spent the decade since then researching, learning and doing my own midlife soulwork. In fact it’s still an ongoing process, because ‘midlife’ is pretty long phase!