I’ve been reading a book about middle age and this paragraph struck me:
‘Menopause, at its best, can be a sacred pause in the hurtling trajectory of life. It is a time when all the “dross” can be shed, all those years of compromising, adapting, pretending to be something we’re not, all the veils and masks we wear. Instead we can live in a manner more aligned with our passions and our longings.’
I went to my compost bin today and discovered gold. A rich crumbly compost myself and my two neighbours created out of tea bags and banana peel and bits of cardboard. I used it to plant two massive planters of potatoes for us. This is what life is about now and it’s absolutely priceless. Fucking priceless.