You absolutely nailed it for me...I was definitely attracted to the honesty and grounded energy of your posts. Fresh air in our performative, deceptive,and bombastic media space. Glad I found you 😁
This means a lot. I made a decision this year to stop performing and just live from that quieter place inside me, and it’s wild how many women can feel it. Fresh air finds fresh air, I guess. I’m glad you’re here, truly.
Oh, I love that. A clear space really does clear the mind. It still amazes me how one tiny shift in our environment can kick something loose inside us. Sounds like your study was calling your name just like my bed corner was calling mine. Go with it — the energy always moves when we do.
I just feel a little lost in the world at the moment. I was about to put my head down for the night your post popped up and gave me the nudge I need to work on myself. Thank you for this …
I know that feeling. Life has a way of tilting under our feet sometimes, and it can make everything feel uncertain. I’m glad my words reached you in that exact moment. Sometimes that tiny spark of “just one small thing” is all we need to remember we haven’t actually lost ourselves… just misplaced a little piece for a minute. You’re not alone. You’re right on time. And you’ll find your footing again
Hello - your note (declaration at 70) popped up on my feed and the idea of performance versus intimacy really resonated. I’m in the process of culling my daily activities and ready to shed all performance and just live with my authentic self, for better or for worse. Thankful to learn from your musings.
Thank you for this. That shift from performance to intimacy cracked everything open for me this past year. Once I stopped living for the outside gaze and started tending to what felt true on the inside, my life stretched in directions I didn’t expect. My work deepened, my clarity sharpened, and the parts of my life I wanted to heal finally had room to move.
Culling the noise was the doorway. Letting myself live as I actually am — without the performance layer — brought a kind of expansion I didn’t even know was possible.
I’m glad my stories found you right in the middle of your own shedding. There’s real freedom on the other side of choosing yourself.
Hi Monica, glad you figured it out and are on the way to recovery! I have been reading a lot of your posts and really enjoying them. I am 65 and “figuring myself out” as best one can. Learning to listen more, to see what I really need. It is a time of change. I have always preferred the floor to furniture, but society expects at 65 you have furniture. So this weekend, while off work a few days, I made a “nest” beside my bed. I already had my journals and things here, to reach from bed, but I hate sitting in bed. So, i put a comforter folded up and a couple pillows, moved my little bed table to the floor, and here I sit! I am happy, I feel like myself, which sounds so silly, but that is the best i can express it. Now if I can just start writing. That is the goal. Thanks for your writing, it is so inspiring!
Oh my goodness, I love this so much. What you described isn’t silly at all — it’s one of the clearest signs that you’re finally listening to your life instead of the expectations around you.
A nest on the floor at sixty five?
That’s not regression.
That’s reclamation.
There is something so honest about creating a space your body actually wants to be in. You didn’t follow a rule. You followed yourself. And that small act of alignment is exactly how the bigger things in life start shifting.
And thank you for being here with me in such a committed way — I see it, and I treasure it more than you know.
Strange coincidences - after days of sickness, which is still lingering, I had a burst of energy yesterday and rejigged my art space. It’s been calling out to me for weeks to be changed up. And while I’m not quite in the space yet to drop into all the projects that are circulating, it’s waiting for me when I am.
Thanks for showing up on here Monica, and rest up. 🧡
You absolutely nailed it for me...I was definitely attracted to the honesty and grounded energy of your posts. Fresh air in our performative, deceptive,and bombastic media space. Glad I found you 😁
This means a lot. I made a decision this year to stop performing and just live from that quieter place inside me, and it’s wild how many women can feel it. Fresh air finds fresh air, I guess. I’m glad you’re here, truly.
Thanks for sharing.
I’m cleaning my study today — my head needs a clear space to work, and this was the nudge I needed 🫶🏻
Oh, I love that. A clear space really does clear the mind. It still amazes me how one tiny shift in our environment can kick something loose inside us. Sounds like your study was calling your name just like my bed corner was calling mine. Go with it — the energy always moves when we do.
Souls resonate
I just feel a little lost in the world at the moment. I was about to put my head down for the night your post popped up and gave me the nudge I need to work on myself. Thank you for this …
I know that feeling. Life has a way of tilting under our feet sometimes, and it can make everything feel uncertain. I’m glad my words reached you in that exact moment. Sometimes that tiny spark of “just one small thing” is all we need to remember we haven’t actually lost ourselves… just misplaced a little piece for a minute. You’re not alone. You’re right on time. And you’ll find your footing again
I loved reading this. Thank you for sharing such soothing inspiration.
Hello - your note (declaration at 70) popped up on my feed and the idea of performance versus intimacy really resonated. I’m in the process of culling my daily activities and ready to shed all performance and just live with my authentic self, for better or for worse. Thankful to learn from your musings.
Thank you for this. That shift from performance to intimacy cracked everything open for me this past year. Once I stopped living for the outside gaze and started tending to what felt true on the inside, my life stretched in directions I didn’t expect. My work deepened, my clarity sharpened, and the parts of my life I wanted to heal finally had room to move.
Culling the noise was the doorway. Letting myself live as I actually am — without the performance layer — brought a kind of expansion I didn’t even know was possible.
I’m glad my stories found you right in the middle of your own shedding. There’s real freedom on the other side of choosing yourself.
I'll look. This is interesting. Thank you.
Hi Monica, glad you figured it out and are on the way to recovery! I have been reading a lot of your posts and really enjoying them. I am 65 and “figuring myself out” as best one can. Learning to listen more, to see what I really need. It is a time of change. I have always preferred the floor to furniture, but society expects at 65 you have furniture. So this weekend, while off work a few days, I made a “nest” beside my bed. I already had my journals and things here, to reach from bed, but I hate sitting in bed. So, i put a comforter folded up and a couple pillows, moved my little bed table to the floor, and here I sit! I am happy, I feel like myself, which sounds so silly, but that is the best i can express it. Now if I can just start writing. That is the goal. Thanks for your writing, it is so inspiring!
Oh my goodness, I love this so much. What you described isn’t silly at all — it’s one of the clearest signs that you’re finally listening to your life instead of the expectations around you.
A nest on the floor at sixty five?
That’s not regression.
That’s reclamation.
There is something so honest about creating a space your body actually wants to be in. You didn’t follow a rule. You followed yourself. And that small act of alignment is exactly how the bigger things in life start shifting.
And thank you for being here with me in such a committed way — I see it, and I treasure it more than you know.
As for starting to write… you already did.
This message you just wrote to me?
That’s a voice waking up.
Keep going.
Thank you, Monica!
Magical….. when we listen to our soul! Sometimes we need more than a few nudges…….. but you listened. A beautiful message, thank u!
Strange coincidences - after days of sickness, which is still lingering, I had a burst of energy yesterday and rejigged my art space. It’s been calling out to me for weeks to be changed up. And while I’m not quite in the space yet to drop into all the projects that are circulating, it’s waiting for me when I am.
Thanks for showing up on here Monica, and rest up. 🧡