When your identity shifts, it can feel deeply uncomfortable.

There is a particular kind of unease that comes with leaving one version of yourself behind and stepping into another. Sometimes the next version isn’t even fully visible yet.

You are no longer who you were, but not quite sure who you are becoming. That in-between space can feel uncertain, unsettling, even lonely. And yet, that is where growth lives.

Aging is one of those shifts. It asks us to release old definitions, old expectations, and old attachments to who we thought we were meant to be. It invites us to listen more closely, to soften into change, and to trust that identity is not fixed. It is living. It moves. It evolves.

I have to admit, the start of this week was shaky. Returning to work after the Easter holidays, moving between roles and spaces - it doesn’t come as easily as it once did. Transitions feel different now. Heavier. Slower.

Perimenopause has a way of asking for more. More space. More time. More care. I’ve realised I can’t push through in the same way anymore. My pace has changed. And while part of me resists that, another part is learning to honour it. There’s a depth that comes from this season of life, an inner knowing that feels hard-earned and undeniable.

When I work from that place, what I offer is powerful. Impactful. Real.