So  in a little less than four months I will turn fifty.

50…FIVE.O.

It’s a little surreal to write that considering I FEEL seventeen in my Spirit.

I’ve been thinking about what this new age means to me and what I have learned in my time on the planet. It all keeps coming back to authenticity.

The bulk of my teens, twenties and much of my thirties was spent trying to morph into a form that would be acceptable to whomever happened at the time to be holding the keys to my happiness: keys like belonging, approval and acceptance. The wisdom forged in the crucible of my forties is that no one else – not our parents, our partners, our children, our friends, our employers, our governments nor our religious institutions has the right to define us. We come into this life as our own persons – magical, marvelous and utterly unique.

 

When I stopped looking outward for approval, I discovered something remarkable; how to give myself the validation I could never find anywhere else.

At first it feels terribly lonely, this looking within for everything we’ve been taught all our lives to scavenge from the eyes of others. It feels unnatural to turn our eyes inward. But I’ll tell you a secret – when we do, we discover something amazing. We are not alone. We’ve never been alone.

You have to step away from the noise of the world to hear the Voice of the Wise One within. Sometimes it takes YEARS of excavation to recover the lost pieces of our own precious souls. Sometimes it takes the violent ripping out of the false to get to the truth.

But  the process, the journey, the agony…facing down fear in our quest to be whole…is ALWAYS worth it.

To live from a place of honesty within your own heart…to stop feeling wrong for failing to live up to the demands and expectations of others…to lovingly let go of the need to people-please…to honor our own hearts enough to see them for the treasure they are…these are priceless steps on the narrow path of an authentic human being.

I have to pause here to say a  special thank you to Emilie Wapnick for her extraordinary insight. To realize there is a whole class of humanity that is designed specifically NOT to be ONE thing was invaluable. If you’ve ever felt like you can’t decide what to be when you grow up, you owe it to yourself to check out her book,“How To Be Everything.”

I’ve always loved unicorns. Primarily because I adore horses and what is more majestic than a horse with a magical horn? But I’ve come to understand this love on a deeper level, I’ve realized my passion for horses-with-horns is the cry of my heart to be known for who I am.

And I. Am. A. Unicorn.

Obviously, since I’m circling the sun in a human suit, I’m talking metaphorically and spiritually here.

I’ve spent a great deal of time pondering what it means to be a Unicorn…what is the Way of the Unicorn?

Stay tuned. I’ll be pondering this with you for the next few posts.