Advice from someone who does just that
As humans, whether we consciously recognize it or not, change is a phenomenon we
are exposed to daily. A phenomenon. One that isn’t exclusive of gender but part of
our humanness.
Just as one day dies to give birth to a brand new one, we die every day in order for
something to be born the next.
There are circumstances that keep some of us locked in yesteryears, but I have no
qualifications, nor do I know of life hacks to enlighten or shed light to bring about a
change for things that keep those of us locked in yesterday. What I want to attempt
here is to shed a little light on the wonderful spiritual change that comes with middle
age.
Ha ha, I mocked– middle age! Wouldn’t you agree that the word alone turns us into
buffoons? But that’s because our cultures seldom speak positively about that middle
age change – that seldom happens.
I cowered with embarrassment at the mention of middle age– for a long time, it was a
synonym for death. In that frame of mind, I tried hard to hold on to the part of me that
celebrated the bull-headed young me.
I’ve since readjusted my thinking on how I view middle age, and it has been the best
conscientious decision I’ve made.
I’ll testify that discontent at vain efforts to bring back yesterday made me give
up the practice. At first reluctantly, then wholeheartedly. And before I knew it, I started
to view the change as a magical turning point toward that stage of life.
A turning point toward living
and
allowing the change
to lead
But, as I said in a previous post, to lead, not in a perfunctory way, but ‘allowing’ as
when we allow ourselves the power of letting our imagination soar– like fiction writers
and readers do, a human trait that helps us find resonance.
This helps to facilitate an understanding of how precious each moment of the day is–
something we could not comprehend when we were young and wet behind the ears.
Conversely, this put me in a position where I can claim the serenity of a tranquil life
I’ve been blessed with. I say this not to brag. No, never. Anyone can have a tranquil life.
I linked you to it to share how I achieved it.
So friends, and readers, as your big sister who’s becoming more soon, my advice is
when the change comes, give a little of yourselves to it. Give in. Allow it to lead. Seen
in this light, midlife becomes a time of rebirth, a time to accept life. So, hold its hand
and let it take the lead as you dance with it to the tune of parallel keys.
Thanks for reading
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Tranquility, letting go, becoming more, allowing change to change you–all concepts, life choices that draw me to your writing and to you. Peace, my friend.
Kathryn. I appreciate your friendship.
I have a question. I’ll email you in the morning. Good night.
I fully agree with you Selma. Embracing change can be so liberating.
Liberating. How true.
👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
True tranquility, to relax into change. Wise words, Selma.
Dora. Thanks so much for being here. Appreciate you. XoXo
So wise words. One day dies to give birth to……
Some thing to be born the next day…
It’s very true lines.
Change to change all concepts.
I am so happy you agree, Raj, my friend. Blessing you.
Yes, i agree 💯! Why not?
Bless you too .
Embracing ourselves helps us to embrace the changes. Selma, your words always resonate. xoxo
So happy they resonate with you. Blessings.
Change comes regardless, so we have to accept it if we’re to lessen suffering. Beautiful words, Selma 💕🙂
Comes regardless. It’s so true. Thanks Harmony. Blessing you.
I am glad you are enjoying the serenity of a tranquil life and embracing change, Selma: more peace to you 🙏
Peace to you dear Ingrid. Stay sweet.
Thank you for such a thought-provoking post, Selma. Someone mentioned to me the other day that middle age stops at 59, so I’m hoping people, like myself, who are 60+ aren’t considered ‘over the hill’. I certainly don’t feel over the hill or anything remotely like a ‘senior citizen’ (a term often used in the UK). A lot of your words resonated with me on reading this morning.
I could particularly identify with your third paragraph, which begins “There are circumstances that keep some of us locked in yesteryears.” I know I am one of those people and I know that you understand that. I hope I will be out of this difficult stage before very long (I am trying my best) and then will be able to fully embrace life and all the changes it brings. Thank you for sharing this, my friend … Ellie Xx 💛🌹💕
The pleasure is all mine, sweet Ellie. I bless you and wholeheartedly wish you miracles XoXo
There are many liberating and fulfilling aspects to aging if we avoid the traps of living in the past and trying to artifically preserve our youth. Thank you, Selma, for this validating and encouraging post. <3
Liberating is the word that keeps coming up. So glad you found the post encouraging, Cheryl. Blessings and good night from me. XoXo
Thank you for this perspective and stirring up my ideas in a good way. Since retirement, I’ve noticed how comfortable I am with routine. Maybe I’ll think of change as an adventure, aging as an adventure, with a side of humor.
Routines work for me too. They keep me accountable to myself (lest I forget what I need to do 😜 🤔 💭)
Blessing you.
Blessings to you, too, Selma. 🙂