Reinventing Yourself

In my work with women who are looking to redefine in some way on this side of 50, time (or lack thereof) is seemingly the number one barrier standing in their way. But, as we dig further, in most cases, time is not the real issue…

We all want to live lives of meaning. We want to find a purpose for our days and feel fulfilled in knowing we give something to the world. We also want to enjoy our time and enjoy the fruit of the labors…

At each stage of our lifespan we are presented with the opportunity to change. These changes are different for each of us, and as we grow older, change is often accompanied by loss. Some of that loss is concrete, like the death…

Do you find it easier to sit on the perch, viewing and interacting with the world through the safety of your cage? Is it easier for you to nest within your comfort zone or tolerate your discomfort rather than taking a reasonable risk…

It’s that time of year again. The time when I begin to feel a bit restless and in need of a change. I don’t feel stuck, just a little less interested in my usual routine. Time passes so quickly that I forget to stop and reassess where I want to be…

For myself and so many of the women in my community, the most verbalized barrier that stands in our way is a perceived lack of time in each day. Many of us are still working. We are often caring for our own aging parents and helping with grandchildren…

Being made redundant can be difficult financially and emotionally. Some people may experience feelings of grief and loss, and worry about where to turn next. It’s also normal to feel a loss of control, which can be unsettling…

Do you ever wonder if you’re worth it? Do you believe you are valuable to the people you love? How about yourself? Do you let others define your value? Do you hide your true self? Do you know your true self?

If you know the nursery rhyme story of Jack Sprat and his wife, then you have an idea of the relationship my wife of 44 years, Judy, and I have. If you’re not familiar with the child’s poem, here is the first stanza…

Every man is allowed a midlife crisis. It’s expected and tolerated. There is even a wink-wink, nudge-nudge quality about the red Mustang convertible and hair transplant that many men gravitate towards. Is there such a thing as a female midlife crisis?