midlife…

The older I get the quieter I become.

I’m no longer attracted to the hustle.
I am attracted more to being me.
Integrating all the years gone by.
The things I have done and created.
The things I got wrong and let go.

Getting older is a beautiful thing.
A gift. Not everyone gets to do it.
Every day is simply a blessing.

The mid-life gig.
The time in between two worlds.

I’m more gracious and patient through the difficulties. I’m able to support those younger than me during their hard times. I’m not as tempered or hard. I have softened into the dusty corners. My head is quieter. I feel more. I appreciate the little things. I star gaze and animal watch. My body is rounding. I move slower and do less. I’m loved, and I love.

I am a product of my life’s work. Healing the past. Embodying my whole and unique self. Embracing my strengths and weaknesses. I’ve been brave and vulnerable when I needed to be.

I have a natural love of learning and passion for life. I have a deep love for the work that I do. It’s a gift to work intimately with women as a personal mentor, healer and spiritual teacher.

Here I am.
This is me.

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