
In periods of transition in life, our experience might feel magnified and permeated with a sense of intensity.
Midlife is a fascinating juncture.
A heady cocktail of hormonal shifts often coincide with a sense of dislocation, as those of us with children find we're adjusting to a change in our parental reference point - no longer required to be as physically present with them (as they retreat to their rooms or venture out into their own social bubbles), yet called upon for emotional (and financial) support.
We lose the full on immersion of early parenthood and yet we reclaim parts of ourselves. Perhaps it's nature's way of preparing us for the next adjustment?
This landscape also comes with a changing dynamic as we may well be caring for our own parents - increasingly aware of their needs as our roles reverse in new and unexpected ways.
We are urged to embrace our own ageing process. With that can be a grasping sensation as the tautness of youth gives way to the inevitable lines of midlife.
There may be confusion and grief for chapter endings and a maelstrom of feelings to accompany the inevitability of this period of flux. Yet in the messiness of midlife, there is a resurgence.
A new energy comes to the fore.
In Western society, we have yet to fully honour the magnitude of this. We overlook ageing as if it is a mere inconvenience, yet it is an entirely natural, intrinsic and vital chapter.
We must meet it with humility and courage, open to its gifts and cultivate a reverence for its depth.
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