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Women in Transition
What do we do when we face transition?
Transition. It's a word that can strike fear in all ages, and both sexes. When we're young, it can mean facing the decision of an adult. When in our early 20's, it can mean embracing a more mature life and making serious career or relationship choices.
Women of transition -- what does this mean? It begins at 35 or so, when that first lip line or wrinkle or sag in the eyelid becomes noticeable. But beyond the physical stuff, it also means the glow of youth is over, and it's time to bring that glow into our hearts and celebrate who we are, where we're going, and crash through our walls and fears once and for all.
For Nicky Young, a woman coming of age after being raised in a family battling alcoholism, in Shadow Heart, a Contemporary Romance Noel, she already feels like she is 35 going on 50 from all of the abandonment and broken promises she's experienced.
She has trouble grabbing and celebrating her youth, and instead has spent her young years trying to survive and get out of her house, always walking carefully and in soft slippers in her house, focusing completely on pursuing her education. But now a boy has caught her eye who seems to hint at a possible life that could be, if only she'd take a risk.
But risk taking is the ultimate fear.
Taking a risk means stepping out of the shadows of comfort.
Jumping off her cliff, the one she's been holding onto for years, the one we can all get trapped on, means giving up control, and that's the one thing she doesn't want to lose.
No longer can Nicky watch her father's rage, waiting to take them all with its broad stroke of hurt.
No longer can Nicky stand to see her mother withdraw into codependency.
She clings to her childhood friends, the ones she's known, the ones who are safe.
And even as she clings to the past, her future is ripping her hands off the safety of comfort and familiarity, pulling her into a transition. If only she'd embrace it, risk it, take a chance…even if she falls…she might find everything could change.
What can you change by taking a chance?
What does transition mean for you?
Won't you join the conversation? Shadow Heart, a love story, has been re-edited and retold, and is going to be given away free on Amazong 10/4 and 10/5. Fire Heart, Book 2 in the series is out, continuing the story of the slow reveal of intimacy when growing up facing a family battling addiction.
It changes you.
It freezes you.
It makes you afraid.
It forces you to transition.
If you can be vulnerable,
If you can trust,
You can find intimacy.
It's only then, by trusting yourself, your heart opens.
AND THAT, IS A TRANSITION FROM WHICH YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME.
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Transition. It's a word that can strike fear in all ages, and both sexes. When we're young, it can mean facing the decision of an adult. When in our early 20's, it can mean embracing a more mature life and making serious career or relationship choices.
Women of transition -- what does this mean? It begins at 35 or so, when that first lip line or wrinkle or sag in the eyelid becomes noticeable. But beyond the physical stuff, it also means the glow of youth is over, and it's time to bring that glow into our hearts and celebrate who we are, where we're going, and crash through our walls and fears once and for all.
For Nicky Young, a woman coming of age after being raised in a family battling alcoholism, in Shadow Heart, a Contemporary Romance Noel, she already feels like she is 35 going on 50 from all of the abandonment and broken promises she's experienced.
She has trouble grabbing and celebrating her youth, and instead has spent her young years trying to survive and get out of her house, always walking carefully and in soft slippers in her house, focusing completely on pursuing her education. But now a boy has caught her eye who seems to hint at a possible life that could be, if only she'd take a risk.
But risk taking is the ultimate fear.
Taking a risk means stepping out of the shadows of comfort.
Jumping off her cliff, the one she's been holding onto for years, the one we can all get trapped on, means giving up control, and that's the one thing she doesn't want to lose.
No longer can Nicky watch her father's rage, waiting to take them all with its broad stroke of hurt.
No longer can Nicky stand to see her mother withdraw into codependency.
She clings to her childhood friends, the ones she's known, the ones who are safe.
And even as she clings to the past, her future is ripping her hands off the safety of comfort and familiarity, pulling her into a transition. If only she'd embrace it, risk it, take a chance…even if she falls…she might find everything could change.
What can you change by taking a chance?
What does transition mean for you?
Won't you join the conversation? Shadow Heart, a love story, has been re-edited and retold, and is going to be given away free on Amazong 10/4 and 10/5. Fire Heart, Book 2 in the series is out, continuing the story of the slow reveal of intimacy when growing up facing a family battling addiction.
It changes you.
It freezes you.
It makes you afraid.
It forces you to transition.
If you can be vulnerable,
If you can trust,
You can find intimacy.
It's only then, by trusting yourself, your heart opens.
AND THAT, IS A TRANSITION FROM WHICH YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME.
Please sign up for our newsletter for freebies and new releases at www.PamelaTaeuffer.com or my Facebook page: Shadow Heart, A Love Story about Being Vulnerable.
Women in Transition
Yes, I'm into my fifties now. Hooray! Each morning I look for another line on my lips. Soon I'll give up. Maybe there will be so many of them they'll combine to form a nice new lip again. Yes, I'm kidding.
Somehow women in their fifties seem to get lost, don't they? We're not climbing the ladder any longer, and certainly can't claim any resemblance, physically or otherwise to our thirties and forties.
We're almost or are done with parenting, but we're not seniors. We don't get discounts, we have to hang onto expensive health insurance because we're not ready for medicare. I don't care about fancy trips or hotels and actually long for the days we camped out - but guess what? My hips would never take sleeping on the ground any longer.
Our hair has probably a good amount of gray in it by now, but damn if I'll stop coloring it. It's the one thing I have that's still lovely and beautiful – my long brunette hair with auburn highlights - even if they're created by tinfoil at the beauty parlor.
But I'm going off into a tangent . . . My real issue and pet peeve is, where are our magazines?
I don't want another literary magazine, or travel magazine. I'm tired of Wall Street, and Beautiful Home, Amish Country, Pioneer Woman, and Sunset.
Where are the things that bring smiles to our age group? Huffington Post? Ha! Either have money so you can travel, be prepared to read articles that promise we can be truly free and uninhibited now with sex--by the way, who in their fifties doesn't already understand we're no longer a mystery with each other if you've been with your partner any length of time? Oh, and the retirement publications and commercials - stop!
Are you kidding? I'm working harder than ever, even as younger people around me suggest I'm ready to retire and go out of business.
I've been trying to reach out to key friendships of my own age group because they're the only ones who understand the new pain I woke up with, or . . . shit, has my butt dropped a little more?
We struggle with bras, and spanx, and girdles – should we bother any longer? Isn't it nice just to let everything wiggle free around the house?
And the pills available? Please. Not another aritificial solution which may cause death, or a promise of smooth skin, or looking forty again.
Let's face it.
We're 50, we're beautiful with our fat, our bones, our smiles, and all our lines. And somebody please give me a damn magazine or place I can go to celebrate and rejoice with other women who aren't faced with articles and blogs and medicines and creams that promise youth.
So where are the articles that just celebrate who we are, where we are, and what we can offer?
Because honey--ain't no getting back the skin I had twenty years ago.
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Somehow women in their fifties seem to get lost, don't they? We're not climbing the ladder any longer, and certainly can't claim any resemblance, physically or otherwise to our thirties and forties.
We're almost or are done with parenting, but we're not seniors. We don't get discounts, we have to hang onto expensive health insurance because we're not ready for medicare. I don't care about fancy trips or hotels and actually long for the days we camped out - but guess what? My hips would never take sleeping on the ground any longer.
Our hair has probably a good amount of gray in it by now, but damn if I'll stop coloring it. It's the one thing I have that's still lovely and beautiful – my long brunette hair with auburn highlights - even if they're created by tinfoil at the beauty parlor.
But I'm going off into a tangent . . . My real issue and pet peeve is, where are our magazines?
I don't want another literary magazine, or travel magazine. I'm tired of Wall Street, and Beautiful Home, Amish Country, Pioneer Woman, and Sunset.
Where are the things that bring smiles to our age group? Huffington Post? Ha! Either have money so you can travel, be prepared to read articles that promise we can be truly free and uninhibited now with sex--by the way, who in their fifties doesn't already understand we're no longer a mystery with each other if you've been with your partner any length of time? Oh, and the retirement publications and commercials - stop!
Are you kidding? I'm working harder than ever, even as younger people around me suggest I'm ready to retire and go out of business.
I've been trying to reach out to key friendships of my own age group because they're the only ones who understand the new pain I woke up with, or . . . shit, has my butt dropped a little more?
We struggle with bras, and spanx, and girdles – should we bother any longer? Isn't it nice just to let everything wiggle free around the house?
And the pills available? Please. Not another aritificial solution which may cause death, or a promise of smooth skin, or looking forty again.
Let's face it.
We're 50, we're beautiful with our fat, our bones, our smiles, and all our lines. And somebody please give me a damn magazine or place I can go to celebrate and rejoice with other women who aren't faced with articles and blogs and medicines and creams that promise youth.
So where are the articles that just celebrate who we are, where we are, and what we can offer?
Because honey--ain't no getting back the skin I had twenty years ago.
Please comment at:
www.PamelaTaeuffer.com
https://www.facebook.com/pamela.taeuf...
https://www.pinterest.com/pamelataeuf...
Twitter: @PTaeufferAuthor
