We are in the month dubbed Sprouting Grass Moon in the cycle of nature.
The idea of new growth and the greening of Earth sparks in me the hope that change is possible.
As I turn 55 I’m struck that self-care and more rightly so self-nurturing [as a form of compassion for yourself] is the way to go post-50 [or at any time in your life really].
It can be a challenge on a regular day to press the square button to pause the frenetic pace. I make the case for doing so no matter what.
In this time of crisis I haven’t been a saint in terms of self-care. Nor in terms of budgeting.
I thought: 55 is a big deal. It’s more of a milestone than 50 ever was. That’s because you’re halfway to 60.
For better or worse a person can face a new trial while living in menopause. This is the reason self-care becomes a necessity not a luxury at mid life.
Your life won’t wait for you. It’s moving on. Far better to move along with it.
Resisting change is futile in this era.
The motto as I’ve stated in here before [like a caterpillar to a butterfly] is:
Change or die.
Those are brave somewhat harsh words yet oh-so-true.
Who will you be tomorrow?
A more beautiful loving person when you take time out for yourself today.
Happy Birthday spring babies!
Left of the Dial 