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INTRODUCTION
Dear Reader,
If you don’t live in Ireland or the UK and are reading this blog post’s title, you’ll probably wonder why I can’t use the expression “Every Little Helps!”.
Well, let me try to explain to you before we continue with my story.
As part of my contract with a British company that operates in Ireland too, I cannot name it on any social media while I am still working there.
What I can do, though, is tell you that if you go to a .co.uk address, you’ll easily find who they are through the slogan of my title.
And now without delays, we can dive into my story.
So, Dear World,
My name is Michela, and I have so much to tell you. My life has been an interesting mix of spiritual and mundane chaos, so I've decided to write a series of articles (or posts) about my "normal" life and the not-so-normal life colliding while navigating the Rite of Passage of Perimenopause.
I am writing these stories because believe it or not, I feel it is important to share how life TRULY is when you move through a deep healing process, an awakening, and a significant threshold like perimenopause. When you look at social media, nowadays everything seems fake and refined, glossy and perfect… very different from what women experience in everyday life.
As I am working with women going through perimenopause, I thought it was essential to help them see how life is not easier for a healer and teacher and that the glossy façade of a post is not real life. It is just a post!
I take my life as an example of how the real work of a healer and a teacher lies outside the frosty covering of a social media post.
Picture this: me, five days a week, from 8:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m., morphing into a creature of the corporate world, leaving behind my beloved rituals, meditation, and inner work. It's not a life I love, but hey, it pays for my kombucha, my mushroom coffee, my yoga tools, and whatever else I need to survive in this modern jungle.
This epiphany struck me because of the haunting words of a teacher I admire, who said, "Everything is just grist for the mill," or as we say at work, "Every little helps." So, I've decided to document the mundane yet somewhat meaningful details of my existence, especially now as I'm navigating the wild, hormonal rollercoaster of perimenopause. This series will be my shout into the void about what it's like to be in this bizarre yet profound life stage - a mix of earthly, spiritual, mundane, and "normal" (whatever that means).
From the sacred ritual of brewing coffee (which I now consider my morning prayer), to the serene walks I take just to avoid shouting at my colleagues, to those days when my patience is so thin, you could use it as a bookmark - each post will be a colourful patch in the quilt of my life's tapestry. Every article will be "Grist for the mill," celebrating life's simple joys, its harsh realities, and the art of not losing your mind among trollies and shelves.
I've even started to think of this 8:00 to 2:00 job as my Sādhanā - a spiritual practice where I get to test if I can walk the talk or if I'm just full of hot air.
On days when I want to quit and declare humanity a lost cause, I find that this job is like a crash course in patience and humility, perfect prep for my role as a teacher and guide for women everywhere.
But let's be real, I know I need to be in a place with less fluorescent lighting and more evolved beings because for my own expansion, I need the right vibrations and people who don't make me question my life choices. This realization just highlights how our environment shapes us.
For now, I'm living this dual-life saga where the mundane meets the mystical. What will happen as these worlds collide? Stay tuned!
This is just the introduction, and you can dive into my journey on my blog at https://medium.com/@michela.sborchia
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So, buckle up! Chapter one: "How the hell did I get here...?" Awaits.
Michela Sborchia
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