Reflecting on 43 Years: A Woman’s Journey

18/11/2024

As I reach the final few days of my 43rd year on this earth, I feel a quiet, almost sacred sadness settle in—a gentle ache, like a closing chapter. I am experiencing my last bleed of this year, honouring this intimate ritual one more time before I step into the unknown of my 44th journey.

There’s a rawness in the realization that one day soon, my body may no longer give me this privilege. My womb, which has been my companion and teacher, is beginning to shift, whispering that change is coming.

Each cycle, each bleed has been a powerful dance between life and release, creation and surrender. I feel a deep, grounded gratitude to have carried this healthy womb through life, to have carried life within her, even as it surprises me with new sensations and signs that it’s preparing for a new phase. I am struck by the magnitude of what this journey as a woman has been and what it is still becoming.

This past year has been one of monumental growth, a ride that’s tested me to my core. There has been unfathoming loss and change, the kind that knocked me off balance and demanded I find a new center of gravity. Yet here I am, holding strong, finding that core of resilience and grace within myself for me and for those around me.

At times, I felt almost overwhelmed by the currents of life, yet I’ve also felt held, deeply supported—not only by those around me but by the foundation I have built within. I still wobble every now and then and that’s OK.

It’s now how I hold myself and how I don’t allow that wobble to throw me completely off, has been one of my biggest celebrations. I am grateful for my inner circle, my unwavering lover, our son, our family who have been steadfast, and friends who are family in every way that matters.

Together, they have helped weave the safety net that allowed me to rise, to breathe, to hold space for myself in this whirlwind of growth and transformation.

These 43 years have been nothing short of an extraordinary ride.

Each experience, each soul I’ve encountered, each scar and joy—it all feels like a rich tapestry that has brought me to this moment.

And now, as I look to my 44th year, I hold it all—the wisdom, the sorrow, the power, and the endless curiosity of what comes next.