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THE NEVERENDING STORY – My Extended Remix of a Midlife Crisis

It’s been a while since I posted. Life got in the way big time. I blame what I call my extended remix of a midlife crisis. You see it’s been a neverending story. Don’t get me wrong, I have a good life. I work hard for it. But these darned crises episodes won’t stop. And what is the crux of these crises? I don’t want to get into the nitty gritties here but let’s just say there have been some curve balls life has thrown at me. Disappointments, heartbreaks, the usual hardships that I know everyone has to deal with so I should stop taking mine so personally. A current biggy for me is the frustration I feel because I’m 45 and my life isn’t anything like how I thought it would be by now. A classic mid-life crisis if ever there was one.

I remember over 10 years ago I ran into an old counselor of mine. I hadn’t seen him in a long time when really I should have because I had just got through a very hard breakup. I had worked my way through it on my own though and felt a huge sense of relief. When I saw this man at a Mayan shamanism workshop I proclaimed with pride that I had survived my early onset midlife crisis. He just smirked and said not to worry and that I’d have many more midlife crises in my future. I was taken aback to say the least!!! Not only because I didn’t really relish the idea of more crap to deal because at that point I had my fill but also because this man is very wise and understands you create your own reality so why would he even plant that seed in my, at the time, very delicate consciousness?

Well flash forward over a decade later and low and behold my old counselor was right. Life has dished out a series of crises since then. Each one I tried to deem my midlife crisis so I could then move on and life would get easier. Or so I thought. But they haven’t gone away and now, after the doozy of a crisis that was my last year, I am resigning myself to the fact that life is a string of crises, not just midlife. They can happen at any time. And I don’t want to sound negative or foreboding. It just feels like this is something I need to embrace instead of avoid.

Now I do believe that my thoughts create my reality so if I think this crisis mode is how life is then of course it will be my experience. A bummer for sure. But maybe that’s me approaching it all wrong. Maybe certain things in my life are going to happen regardless and my thoughts and reactions to these events are what create my reality not the event itself. Maybe the crisis isn’t a crisis until I call it that. Really it’s just a life event happening to me and I’m labeling it as a crisis and this sets me up for a hard time from the get go. What if I saw it as inherently neutral and interpreted my experiences from the point of view that it’s there to serve me somehow? What then? Well, I’d choose to take what happens and assign a personal meaning to it that is empowering. Trust that it’s there for a reason. That it can make me stronger, wiser, and more full of love and compassion for others and myself if I let it.

So back to this extended midlife crisis thing. I have been letting it define me for very long time but now I’m starting to define it. In my opinion Brene Brown sums it up best:

People may call what happens at midlife “a crisis”. But it’s not. It’s an unraveling – a time when you feel a desperate pull to live the life you want to live not the one you’re supposed to live. The unraveling is a time when you are challenged by the universe to let go of who you think you are supposed to be and to embrace who you are.

Here’s to my unraveling.


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Never Not Broken

The past few months have been the hardest of my life. No exaggeration. Maybe it’s because I’ve been so happy for a while and I didn’t see this coming. Regardless, it doesn’t matter. It’s been absolute shit.

Here’s how I thought things were going to go at the beginning of March: I had just launched this website and was excited to contribute to it regularly. I knew I’d have at least a few months off of work and I had signed up for an online business course to up my game with my blog. Quite out of character I didn’t plan a trip to Ireland because I wanted to focus on the course and on my man friend. I’d get to cook us dinner and maybe take a trip to some place close like Tofino. It was supposed to be a magic time of rest, relaxation, yoga, and beer. Utter happiness.

Here’s how things actually went down: The course was awesome but I figured out quite quickly that I had done a lot of things “wrong” setting up my site on my own. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mad proud of getting to the point that I did but I also realized that if I want to take the website and my life as a writer seriously I had a lot of work to do. That and I realized that the course was all about how you can sell a product or service and that didn’t fit what I was planning on doing. All I want to do is write and share my life in whatever way feels authentic and this isn’t exactly a money maker. So blogger’s block set in but that was just the tip of the iceberg. As it turns out things with my man friend weren’t working out. It’s a very long story and I’m not sure what I can respectfully share online but he started pushing me away big time. Now I’m not one to give up without a fight and basically from March to pretty much until mid May I wasn’t taking the hint that he wanted space meant he didn’t want me. I just knew in my bones that he and I are so good for one another, I love the shit out of him and thought that he was “a one”. We were even trying to have a baby together. I hate to admit it but I literally begged for him to see what he was doing…not choosing me/us/love, but he wouldn’t relent. And that’s the biggest, hardest hitting lesson I’ve learned. That true love doesn’t always win. Here I am, 44 years old, and I actually thought that if you really loved one another it’d would always work out. Naïve but the truth. Now I know he hasn’t been in a good place, that he hasn’t done his healing work in his life, but I didn’t anticipate that him not doing his work would precipitate me having to do a shit ton of my own.

A few years ago I was addicted to this yoga teacher named Julie Peters and she wrote this amazing article for Elephant Journal Why Being Broken In A Pile On Your Bedroom Floor Is A Good Idea. She talks about Akhilanda, the Goddess of Never Not Broken. I’ve thought about this Goddess a lot lately and worshipped at her altar as I seem to be in a pile on any floor anywhere. I’ve found consolation in the fact that we are all always broken, never a consistent limited whole, always putting ourselves back together again as many times as we need to. As Julie says “In our brokenness we are unlimited”. On my good days this totally resonates with me. In my bad moments it completely annoys me. But I get it.

Besides learning the harsh reality that love doesn’t win and that being broken is natural  I’ve also learned so much more. The cycle of break up, break down, break through has reaped many lessons I didn’t know I needed to glean and initiated healings I didn’t even know I needed.

My reality? He didn’t choose me, I’m not good enough, I’m afraid of getting hurt…pretty standard wounds I guess. But let me tell you that doesn’t make them any less harder to face and work through. I’ve learned first hand that all of this stuff that I believe and fear will surface in my reality for me to heal and I’m doing that. I just wish it didn’t hurt so much or take so long.

I’ve learned that I really can’t control everything in my life and it’s been a humbling journey of accepting acceptance. Something I’ve discovered I’m actually crap at.

I’ve also hit meditation hard and every morning I remember I’m a spiritual being having a human experience. Sounds corny but it’s a simple sentiment that somehow helps me navigate all of this better.

I’ve been reluctant to share what I’m going through with my family because I don’t want them to worry. This has put the onus on my friends who have angelically put up with me when I know I’ve been a lot to take. For answering my calls late at night when I couldn’t stop crying and almost stopped breathing. For sending healing vibes, for helping me to see hard truths, and for helping me gain a new perspective. Like my hairdresser who thinks it’s amazing to feel something so passionately. That’s what life is all about he thinks. And then my facial guru who, bless her heart, essentially told me to make it my job to grieve. To go deep as long as I needed to. You’ve got to feel it to heal it. Easier said than done.

I remember a moment when I was quite low I came across a quote from Elizabeth Gilbert: “This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something”. It made me feel so much better for a few reasons. Her simple yet profound words alone helped me realize that my blog, my words, could potentially help someone else some day and this was a revelation. I can serve people by sharing my experiences and maybe that will help them laugh, or make them feel less alone, or give them guidance as to what to do in life or what not to do more likely. This has given me a newfound hope for this website, my blog, and sharing my stories. The quote also validated my broken heart. That maybe I didn’t do something wrong in that I did try for something. For love. And that’s something I’m actually really proud of. In fact I wouldn’t have it any other way.


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Old As

If you aren’t already aware, the term “old as” is short for “old as fuck/shit/balls/the hills.” You get where I’m going with this. And even though as I am writing this I am 44/”old as” I don’t always feel that way and on a good day I look young-ish.

Every once in a while I still even get id’ed but it doesn’t have the effect I’m looking for anymore (namely making me feel young).

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Fofu = fear of fucking up.

I certainly suffer from it more than Fomo (fear of missing out).

In my last posted quote I ask the question what if you stopped wondering what you are doing wrong and instead asked what you are doing right. It’s something I can’t stop thinking about.

I have always been terrified of messing things up in my life. Of not doing the right thing. I mean I consciously know there really isn’t ever a “right” or a “wrong” but I still am afraid that I’ll screw things up.

And as I navigate my midlife crisis I’m becoming painfully aware that this fear of f-ing up stops me from fully living my life. I don’t make any big decisions, big or small, and just seem to be waiting for life to happen to me instead of me happening to it.

I guess me realizing this is my impetus to change the pattern. So how do I do it?

I suppose I will have to start with accepting that life is inherently messy no matter what. That my power lies in my decisions but it also lies in my reaction to things. Nothing holds power over you unless you let it. All of this is very fine and dandy to spout off about here but putting into practice might not be as easy. Or it can be. If I let it.

How do you deal with fofu? Or do you suffer more from fomo? Any words of wisdom you can share???

Now I guess it’s time to start making decisions and creating the life I’ve been waiting for. Oh boy…here we go!!!


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Raising My Freak Flag

In my ‘About/Start Here’ section that you can find here I talk a little about me and Wonder Craver. Well get ready for it because today I’m going to let a wee bit more hang out about me today. I’m going to let my freak flag fly.

And let me just say how nerve wracking this is. I’m terrified of revealing who I am and what I believe in because I’ve been teased a lot about it in the past. I’ve been questioned relentlessly. But I am in my forties now so I feel like it’s time to stop being ashamed to share myself and my beliefs. At least that’s what I’m telling myself. Perhaps this all will be a bit too much information but in the interest of being authentic and honest here goes…

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