The past decade has been… tumultuous… inside. With flamboyant expressions of anger, despair, sadness and depression. I’ve retreated more and more into myself until I spend most of my days alone, in silence. It’s been delicious.
Thank you mid-life hormones for paving the way.
Now, as I approach 50 (in 74 hours & 5 minutes), I find myself settling. Placid. Flat.
There are still rises in my emotional temperature, but they are more subtle, contained, measured.
Is this maturity? Evolution? Or just another chemistry experiment inside my hormone-ridden body?
It’s not actually pleasant. I’m not accustomed to a life without highs. But I question the source of the highs that I relied upon most of my life. Did they come from inside or from my mind? I suspect the latter, and thus doubt their sincerity.
Perhaps this shift in chemistry is paving the way for yet another treasure. Equanimity. A life without sharp edges and brittle peaks. (Or perhaps the time has come for me to consider medication?)
Despite this flatness, my life continues to unfold. My learning continues to blossom. My world continues to open. My work continues to expand.
If I am careful. If I align myself from the inside out. Say with meditation and yoga and right diet (all dull choices), then I find myself slipping into effortless ease. Effortless ease. Imagine that… Things just fall into place. Details. Objects. Solutions.
Without the distraction of the dramatic highs and lows which have colored the past decade, I sense the way with greater clarity. I get out of the way more often. I learn, again and again, that the way begins… in me.
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