Apologies in advance – this will be a rambling post with minimal fashion content.
I am turning 40 in August. I’ll be spending the next 7 months, give or take, sorting out my many mixed feelings about this. I would like to be able to say that they don’t exist, that this milestone is no big deal to me, that it isn’t even a milestone. But that would be a lie. I am trying to be better about confronting my self-lies, and also about sitting with difficult emotions instead of pushing them away and pretending they don’t exist. And even resisting the urge to “fix” them, which is my always my first instinct. That, too, feels like a kind of denial.
Reading Pema Chodron’s Start Where You Are was the nudge I needed to try a new approach: to get comfortable just sitting with the “ickiness” – feelings or thoughts that are challenging. That contradict who I believe (or want) myself to be. I want to better understand what lies at their root. It’s not always self-evident. I want to sit with them, without judgment, until I get to a point where I can release them, without judgment. That is the goal, anyway.
Not all my feelings around turning 40 and this season of life fall into the “icky” category. In this case, it’s the very fact that my feelings are quite contradictory and all over the place that creates the challenge; trying to reconcile them feels like an unmoveable burden. In fairness, this is not an unusual state of affairs for someone who is a 4W3 type; inner conflict and contradiction is our nature and I’ve learned to cope with a certain amount of it as part of my “standard operating procedure”. At certain times, however, it starts to weigh too heavily and when it does, it’s usually a sign that self-work is required.
As I do the work, I am going to focus on a mantra which has given me solace before: what you don’t have, you don’t need it now.
Yes, that is a U2 lyric. Fight me.
It’s a good grounding mantra for someone who is as incredibly privileged as I am, but inclined to focus on what could be better (externally and within). Along with practicing intentional gratitude, reminding myself that I have (and am) everything I need for this moment in time is reassuring. My BFF posted this on her IG stories last week, and it resonated in much the same way:
Around this time of year, I like to set a “theme” to guide my overall mindset for the months ahead. I don’t remember my exact word for 2019, but it was something around the idea of preparation and build-up. I felt like 39 was going to be the calm before the … well, not so much the storm, but an important new phase of my life. It was a quiet year of gathering strength. And yet: I don’t feel ready. I felt more ready this time last year, to be honest. Today, I feel soft and squishy, like a bug whose rock has been unexpectedly turned over. And I feel stuck in that vulnerable spot. And rather than try to build some false sense of forward momentum, I am going to just stop and sit here for a while.
Maybe that needs to be my word for 2020: here.
It is what it is. Here. Now.