Moving Forward Through a Midlife Transition
In the first 50 years of my fabulous life, I wore many hats in different styles, sizes and colors. All were neatly stored in the hatbox
called motherhood. I have raised a total of seven children and have loved every moment. I
wouldn’t trade any of them for a paid career. But at the midpoint of my journey, with
all my children grown and gone, I found myself asking one simple question: “What do I want to do when I grow up?”
Most of us have made the mistake of attaching our worth to
others at some point in our lives, and I am no different. Now I felt stuck in my journey
- one of my dainty size 7 stilettos firmly planted in the past and the other cemented
right in front of me. How could I move forward?
As I "shopped for one" in the fruit
section, I reflected on my worries. Suddenly, I imagined myself as an orange, that amazing miracle of Mother Nature which grows on a tree with a face
full of sunshine. I decided right then and there that my life was no longer just a pile
of orange pieces--some full of pits that choked my desires and goals; others as dry as cardboard because I hadn't drunk enough from
the abundance this wonderful universe had provided me.



















