We all keep some kind of sewing kit. To mend things. Just in case. A kit of many colors of threads so we can be prepared to mend any rip, tear or hole. And God knows, when you’ve been Leftat50, there’s a heck of a lot of those.
What if you decided you were no longer going to need mending?
What if you could live without worrying if you needed that measuring tape to make sure you always “measured up ” to everyone else’s expectations? Your mother, boss, your Ex, neighbor, ad infinitum.
All those people that make you feel like you have to fit in for fear of their judgment, jealousy, envy etc. (I’m sure you can fill in that list!)
What if you opened that kit with all those colors of You that have been spooled up for so long and proceeded to pull until every spool was empty! Imagine a beautiful pile of colorful threads that you can use in any manner you want! Oh. My. Goodness.
What freedom that will be! To create a new life tapestry out of all of the colors of you! Because it’s time. Time to do this. And you know it. This is more than just a metaphor. So take a big breath. Then get to it. If it’s too scary to unspool every color in your mending kit at once, it’s okay. Perhaps you have more mending to do. Simply make it your psychological goal. Don’t wait though. No “I’ll do it tomorrow.” You’ve waited your entire life to unspool yourself. Give Yourself Permission.
Feel the freedom of the woman who’s mended herself!!!
We all go through major life transitions when relationships end… Through this website, I will share my thoughts as I walk the path of “New-Self” discovery. It doesn’t matter which side of 50 you are on. The real question is, Are you ready to live life? To forge a Path of Your Own Making (For a change!)? Then stop dwelling over the What-Might-Have-Beens and join me. Share your thoughts here, comment on mine, and let’s do this together!
This a beautiful thought, no matter what we go through it’s time to create a new you and own it. life is constantly changing, either one can go with the flow or put up a futile fight.
51 years old, 3 1/2 years into a TBI, C-PTSD. On the run from a 70 year old narcissistic psychopath who will kill me if he finds me. He has control of all the money and substantial assets. Homeless in a 19’ camper with my service dog and have moved it 5 times since March. Less than $300 to my name. Disability denied for the 3rd time last week. Crap representation. I WILL make it. I deserve it.