
My Midlife Story
For years, I solved outer mysteries — as a scientist, educator, and global project leader. I knew how to hold complexity, lead teams, and translate vision into action. I knew how to perform alignment.
But something had begun to shift, quietly, long before I had language for it.
At 45, I was laid off during a merger. Perimenopause had already begun. The systems I’d navigated for decades suddenly felt misaligned. Something in me was no longer willing to override discomfort.
The rupture wasn’t just professional. It was physical, emotional, existential. My body became the teacher. Focusing and spiritual companioning became the compass. And slowly, a new role emerged — not strategic, not performative, but deeply attuned.
I didn’t plan to work with midlife thresholds.
The work found me through lived experience.
Illness, perimenopause, and later Long Covid stripped away the strategies that had carried me for years. Frozen shoulder. Food intolerances. Sleep disruption. Brain fog. Fatigue. I could no longer outrun my body. I had to learn how to stay with what was happening instead of pushing through it.
Focusing met me in that disoriented terrain. It taught me how to listen without fixing, how to stay present without collapsing, how to relate to the parts of me I had exiled. What began as body‑based emotional regulation unfolded into something deeper — a kind of prayer without a name, a quiet relational awareness.
As I found my footing, clients began arriving in their own liminal spaces — menopause, burnout, grief, career shifts, identity unraveling. Together, we learned to listen without rushing, label without pathologizing, and navigate with honesty and grace.
Menopause stopped being a medical inconvenience or cultural punchline. It became a rite of passage — a threshold of clarity, power, and individuation. Not easy, but meaningful.
This is the terrain I walk with others now: the in‑between places where the old map no longer works, and a new one hasn’t formed yet.
A version of my midlife story was published in Presence, the journal of Spiritual Directors International (SDI). Read the SDI publication (PDF):
"The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door."
Clarissa Pinkola Estés

