I’m also on this path. Also (almost) gave up on myself for years at a time and almost killed my own ‘will’. But ever since making it to 40, this power has been blooming inside of me. To sprawl out, take up space and take up the fight with myself. I became more vulnerable, a little more fragile, but also more sensitive. Whenever I don’t feel like it, I just don’t feel like it. Whenever I need a break, I take a break.
From time to time I fail at this due to the high expectations. But I’m on it. More and more it feels like coming home. Finally. Coming home to me. I don’t want to be as strict with myself anymore. Instead, I want to look at myself. Be mindful with myself. Make sacrifices where it supports myself, e.g. with eating, AND, maintain honest, unconditional, and authentic relationships and friendships.
It doesn’t matter where we stand right now, in the perimenopause, in the menopause, before or after. It’s time that we are true to ourselves.
With our rough edges, curves, waves, and dents. Strengths and weaknesses. Everything, that makes us unique and distinct.
I sure hope that these lines and these thoughts of mine can bolster you. Touch you. Means something to YOU.
With kind regards from Switzerland.