This is such a beautiful meditation, Kathie. It has me thinking about my own soft body and how little control we have at the end of the day, other than continuing to show up, praying for that elusive communion 🤍
This is so beautifully written. Lots to think about here. It seems that something as core as one’s very own creativity should not be touched by wavering estrogen levels or taxes. But here we are. Hmmm.
Having come to the end of the summer where I tried to control everything and outsmart being human, I can now say that, yes, the theme of this season of life seems to be learning over and over again what I can't control and what I thought I controlled all this time, I no longer control (exhibit A: my endocrine system). It is like a second adolescence where you just keep having your body do weird stuff and yet nothing in life really accommodates this new weird body stuff. We're supposed to keep going like nothing is happening. So that makes creativity hard because when your insides and your outsides aren't matching up, it's really hard to make something that feels whole and true. I don't have any answers, just lots of nodding and me toos. But I do have a hunch that this is all kind of temporary? And eventually, we are the new creation we are longing to conjure up.
Beautifully stated, KS. I’m linking my jiggly perimenopausal arm in yours and cheering us both/all on all the way. Keep going. 🏃🏻♀️
i’ll follow you anywhere, CC
This is such a beautiful meditation, Kathie. It has me thinking about my own soft body and how little control we have at the end of the day, other than continuing to show up, praying for that elusive communion 🤍
ULTRA SLUG FTW
Yesssss 🐌♥️
This is so beautifully written. Lots to think about here. It seems that something as core as one’s very own creativity should not be touched by wavering estrogen levels or taxes. But here we are. Hmmm.
here we are, indeed.
Having come to the end of the summer where I tried to control everything and outsmart being human, I can now say that, yes, the theme of this season of life seems to be learning over and over again what I can't control and what I thought I controlled all this time, I no longer control (exhibit A: my endocrine system). It is like a second adolescence where you just keep having your body do weird stuff and yet nothing in life really accommodates this new weird body stuff. We're supposed to keep going like nothing is happening. So that makes creativity hard because when your insides and your outsides aren't matching up, it's really hard to make something that feels whole and true. I don't have any answers, just lots of nodding and me toos. But I do have a hunch that this is all kind of temporary? And eventually, we are the new creation we are longing to conjure up.
This made for a wonderful morning read - thank you