As humans, whether we consciously recognize it or not, change is a phenomenon we are exposed to daily. A phenomenon. One that is neither exclusive of gender. It is part of our humanness.
Just as one day dies to give birth to a brand new one, we die every day in order for something to be born the next.
There are circumstances that keep some of us locked in yesteryears, but I have no qualifications, nor do I know of life hacks to enlighten or shed light to bring about a change for things that keep those of us locked in yesterdays. What I want to attempt here is to shed a little light on the wonderful spiritual change that comes with middle age.
Ha ha, I laugh — Middle age! Wouldn’t you agree middle age is the pinnacle of change that shakes us?
The transition brought forth with puberty that takes us from childhood to adulthood, the one that takes us from being single to being a couple; sometimes forming families, these are changes that are looked at with encouragement and glee. But to talk positively of that middle age change — that hardly happens.
I used to cringe at the mention of middle age, thinking of it as a synonym for the turning point ushering in death. In that frame of mind, I tried hard to hold on to the part of me that venerated the old me, the young me of as…
