​ Guten Tag, Reader, How often do you wake up feeling overwhelmed with having to get through another day? Are you simultaneously calling yourself an ungrateful bitch (or worse) for not waking up happy with all the milestones you have achieved and material things you have gathered? You are not alone, my friend. Unfortunately, if you are a woman in midlife, it is not unlikely you feel that way*. From my conversations with clients and friends, I have come to believe this lingering discontentment, this lack of enthusiasm for our journey, is a symptom of being lost in the midlife wilderness without a map. Sure, the patriarchy has drawn one for us until now: school, marriage, children, career, caretaking. There were paths and rituals around some waypoints: graduations, weddings, baby showers. But now the map leads... where? Waiting to take care of the grandkids? Plus, we aren’t who we used to be. And it’s not just our boobs, bellies, and buts that have changed:
Wholly unprepared [we] embark upon the second half of life... But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning: for what was great in the morning will be little at the evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie. ​–Carl Jung Well, it’s up to us to draw our own maps, then.We need to figure out where WE want to go (if anywhere) and what our waypoints are. How? Here are some suggestions:
Sounds terrific but terrifying?You don’t need to do it alone. Let me be your midlife wilderness guide and join the summer expedition. You’ll make great friends, learn new things about your Self, and leave with a map leading you towards your next hell-yes in life. ​Travel details and registration are here, but if you have any questions, please do not hesitate to respond to this email. I am always happy to chat about this project, which is my North Star. Another opportunity to get closer to who you are and what you want is the Salmon River Slowdown. Angie and I have one spot left (of only ten) on this actual wilderness expedition in Idaho, August 26-31. The details are here.​ And if you just need a moment of quiet reflection, why not join me for a solstice nature therapy event? It will be remote on June 20th and in Missoula on the 22nd. I will see you back here in two weeks. If you liked this letter, please forward it to a friend. Always on your side, truly, *Studies have shown that women aged 40 to 59 have the highest rate of depression of any age or gender in the U.S. I am a coach, not a therapist. If you suffer from depression or think you might, please seek help from a licensed counselor or therapist. p.s. If you got something from today's letter, why not buy me a coffee? In real life, or you can leave me a tip here. |
I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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