Some call it a Midlife Crisis
I call it a soul interruption — that sacred jolt that forces you back to yourself.
This is Day 8 of our 30 Days of Dream Reclamation, and I know you wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t feel that tug — that quiet pull to settle something deep within yourself before the holiday noise begins. As always, I’m so grateful you’re walking this path with me. Take a breath, take a beat, and let today’s reflection meet you right where you are.
Have you ever looked around your life and thought, Is this it? The routines, the expectations, the weight of holding everything together — and then one day, something snaps. The old rhythm doesn’t work anymore, and you start to wonder if you’re losing it.
People love to call that a midlife crisis, as if buying a convertible or running off to Bali will fix what’s broken. But let’s be honest — most of us never had the luxury of falling apart in style.
I never had that privilege.
Life never gave me the space for a crisis. It was too busy shifting, cracking, and rearranging itself beneath my feet. What I’ve had — again and again — are soul interruptions.
The kind that stop your breath and strip your identity right down to the studs.
Four years ago, I moved to a new city where no one knew me — no family, no friends, no safety net. Then I got COVID and ended up in bed for months. I couldn’t paint, couldn’t work, couldn’t earn a penny. At the same time, my ex-husband stopped paying for our house — my one source of retirement income.
So there I was: sick, isolated, broke, and facing eviction. Electricity about to be cut off. No one to call. No backup plan. Just me — raw, scared, and cornered by my own life.
When the bottom drops out, you only have two choices — panic, or listen. I chose to listen. I didn’t know it then, but that decision changed everything.