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I’m sorry, did you just say “peri-midlife crisis”?

Yeh, yeh I did. 

What in the blue blazes is that, you ask? 

Well, my dear sistAr, it’s like this.  I am turning 40 in less than a month. And although I hope I will live beyond my 80’s, clearly this is nearly mid-point for this precious life (God Willing and the creek don’t rise)!  It does seem that turning 40 is a pretty pivotal birthday for most.  Aside from no longer being a 30-something (remember that show??) and standing on the precipice of a new decade of age,  I have a suspicious amount of newly recurrent aches and pains that seem to correspond with activities that I used to do without another thought.

Par example, in my thirties, dropping into a split spontaneously during a belly dance performance was no problem. 

Blooming into crazy back bends during asana practice?  Yes, please. 

Shimmy drills and mad drops?  You betcha. 

Perhaps the inherently less exciting but inevitable nonstop stooping over to care for children as I fasten pants, strap on shoes, or wipe tushies was the beginning of it all.  It now leaves me a little…. achy.  Or worse.  And yet, these activities are a part of my life that I am not able or willing to part with.  I am a mother, I am a yogini, and I am a dancer.  And just like all specialties and skill sets, we learn how to hone our abilities to not only improve and grow in these areas, but if we want to continue them, we must also adapt as our environment, and we, change.  And age. 

Deepak Chopra is loaded with thoughtful statements that I enjoy, but this one is short, and sweet.

“The most creative act you will ever undertake is the act of creating yourself.”

Nice huh?  I love the idea of creating ourselves.  Like a beautiful work of art and full of mystique.

Here’s another one…

Our perception creates our reality, not the other way around. 

If I envision myself as midway through life, already peaked (gasp! – that’s harsh) and rolling uncontrollably down the other side of this existence, that creates a perception that my reality is none to my creation.  I just roll with it, and accept what is.  Where’s the creativity in that?  

Creativity embodied- Frida Kahlo.

Creativity embodied- Frida Kahlo.

In searching for an image capturing feminine creativity to place in the post, I came upon the lovely Frida Kahlo.  Frida was extraordinarily creative, and a total bad ass.  After suffering a spinal fracture as an adolescent, and suffering for the rest of her days because of this injury, she continued to seek out a life of exuberance, artistry and general bad assery. 

Not that we all need to seek out to live an iconic life, but one thing that a peri-midlife crisis incites is a hearty dose of mortality.  As in, “Hey- yo!  This ain’t no dress rehearsal, boo.  Let’s get to steppin’ and make it the best we can!” 

Because We Can. 

So I meditate.  I exercise in the way that I like to (in that sneaky way that makes me feel like I’m not really exercising but just having fun and getting a turbo endorphin boost…Barre classes, hiking, walking, dancing, swimming, yoga).  I cook more.  I eat lots of rainbow colored things that grow in nature. I don’t drink alcohol, use drugs or tobacco.  I am constantly working on this project called self-care, in a way that feels really nurturing, and not contracting or forced.  Surprisingly that last part is often the most challenging.  But it’s a path, a journey and I am learning how to continue to live fully in this body, with as little aches and pains as possible. 

I share much of what I have learned and practice in the Purnima Path, my 10 week online course in Dynamic Self Care.  if you want to learn more, and possibly join us for the next session, email me.  We’ll schedule a phone consultation and discuss the process of the course, your current health and well being goals, and see if it would be a good fit.   

 

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