I think I finally have something to write about again. For such a long time, I’ve been stumped as to what to post here? Like … what am I about? As a Christian woman; as a woman; as a mother; as a wife? It seemed like everyone everywhere is already writing about everything. What else do I have to contribute that would add to the collective knowledge of the community.

Nothing. And I still have nothing new. However …

While I am experiencing something that is common to many women around the world, I will be sharing this experience that is all my own, with my own reflections and opinions from what I learn along the way. It could well be different for somebody else. The thing is: this is my own experience. And if someone else can relate to or find comfort in what I write, or finally not feel alone in their journey, then it’s a good thing.

I’m talking about …

… and if you’ve found yourself stumbling on this post because you were searching for some keywords – well, welcome to my ride!

I am in a new era, and I am both sad and relieved. Sad because I am in denial that I am getting older, and – I’m thinking that some other women can relate to these – the ageing issue; the “letting go” of some things in your youth; the acceptance that your life, your body, your status are all changing. Relieved, why? Because, as a couple of friends said to me, it’s a great thing to be able to understand why we’re suddenly so short-tempered, why we’re feeling all these random aches all over our bodies, the brain fog, and oh! the hot flashes. There’s more, but that’s for another blog post.

So, here I am. On the edge of a precipice. It’s not so much that I’m choosing to be here. But it’s more like I’m being pushed over. And I can choose to fall over with a mad grudge, brandishing an angry fist or … I can choose to fly. I think I’ll fly, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t be cranky at times. Either way, you can bet I’m going over screaming!