Are You There Yet?

Hiya Peeps,

Every year when my birthday approaches I become introspective trying to ascertain if I am making the moves necessary to get the most out of this journey called life. We have all been in situations where our lives require us to do something different.  Shake it up a little bit, in order to be motivated to live life to the full or as Oprah would say live your best life.

More often than not the action that is required by us can seem so breathtakingly huge (this is relative) we can become frozen by fear. This fear will show up in our lives looking like obsolete friendships, careers that no longer fit and of course the lovers that we have outgrown.  Maybe the actions required are small but important tasks like beginning an exercise regime, updating your wardrobe, having a clear out of your living/mental space.  All of which can give us the confidence to make much bigger life changes. Like, finally seeking therapy, starting that dream business or taking that trip of a lifetime that we always dreamed of but never quite got around to. 

Personally I despise change I usually go through the process the same way every time.  By kicking and screaming literally and figuratively; crying and boo hooing on all of my peeps shoulders and telephone lines.  My friend J always says that change is one of the few things in life that is guaranteed.  I hate to admit that she has a point, but how do you go through life altering transition with grace, humility and maturity and move on to the next?  Especially when it is really uncomfortable or one of those necessary changes that you had no plan or interest in making but life has insisted otherwise. Your refusal could run the risk of your life becoming stagnant or worse.

Some people seem to glide through life without ever looking uncomfortable while others like me are seemingly always going through one existential crisis or another.  When I emerged from the discomfiture of puberty I was certain that I was a woman as my body and my chronological age told me so (I was a very late bloomer).  Now, many a moon later why do I still feel like I’m waiting for the sophistication of adulthood to kick in?  One by One my friends seem to be doing the things that signal maturity and I can’t help thinking.... Am I there yet?  Then I look at the evidence;  it's obvious that I still have a ways to go. Still I give thanks to the universe that I was born in this era rather than earlier periods where my fate  as a female would have already been sealed.

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