Navigating change - when you are not sure you want to

I have been called the Mistress of Reinvention, a Maven of Transformation, and the Queen of Change to mention just a few of the identities that defined and shaped my life.

Part of my evolution and development has been candidly shared in the book “Who Am I Now? – Feminine Wisdom, Unmasked, Uncensored”.

The story reveals how I became aware of my own identity crisis and the realization that change not only was a constant but, in fact, it was a catalyst for an extraordinary life.

Recently, I was asked to explain how I appear to embrace change so courageously and how I navigate the transformation process.

If you have peered into my life through the book, or you know me personally, you know I have experienced more changes than most and not all changes were my choice.

It will also be evident I have pursued change and faced change with optimism, even during the times I was terrified and completely uncertain what was around the next corner.

The ultimate catalyst to embrace...

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How Did I Survive 65?

The milestone age of 65 conjured up a lot of negative paradigms and more than few fears for me.  I experienced several more bouts of Who Am I Now and identity crisis syndrome.

However, I am delighted to report that I did survive 65 and in fact, I thrived!

(And just to make this past year more memorable, a global pandemic blanketed six of my twelve months.)

When I was younger, the number 65 was held up as the peak of an adult life and pretty much everything after that was the downslope of meaningful contribution to society and family.

I came from the generation programmed to think grandmothers were handy babysitters and hosts of Sunday dinners. They deserved respect but were not expected to create anything new or significant.

Rearview speaking, senior citizens and retirees were viewed as expensive liabilities in society and gatekeepers of inheritances.

I am so glad that I have outgrown that limited thinking! Finally, I am mature enough to know the truth!

65 is an exciting new...

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Crisis in the Fog

DREAM
I woke from a frightening dream about being marooned in deep fog.

 The sensations of deprivation, loneliness, and disorientation were disconcertingly familiar and more nightmarish than dream-like.

 REALITY

This night terror rekindled memories of difficult periods of my identity crisis, and the struggle to answer; ‘Who Am I Now?’

 Fatigued from chasing the elusive “Next Me”, while much in my life was changing, the challenge of reinventing again made me want to pull the covers over my head.

Sadly, I sensed no one else could see me while I was in this fog or aware of my struggle to escape it. I felt invisible and isolated.

To the world outside of my gloom, it appeared that everything in my life was easy-breezy, bright and sunny. I pretended I had it all under control. Most of the time my family and friends were fooled. Sometimes, I fooled myself for a while.

Behind the veil, everything was grey and...

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