I'm dedicated to helping women in particular develop their spiritual path in life. I'm focused heavily on Brigid in Ireland, although not all my followers are! I teach, speak, coach and mentor people to help them along their own individual path, based on what lore we have, but also allowing for each individual path to develop as it needs to.
My patience for bullshit has disappeared.
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My patience for bullshit has disappeared. Completely. Gone. That's not really a complaint - it's the actual topic of this week's post, and the thing I want to talk to you about properly here. Perimenopause has had a deep impact on how I think about life, and not the way anyone warned me about. Nobody mentioned the bit where your tolerance for sitting through meeting after meeting just... evaporates. Or that your ability to hide your expressions goes with it, so now whatever I'm thinking is written all over my face whether I meant it to be or not. I used to be good at masking. Genuinely good at it - years of practice, corporate polish, the whole thing. And somewhere in the last while, that skill just stopped being available to me. Not because I decided to stop doing it on principle, though I wish I could claim that. It's more that the machinery for it isn't there anymore. So here's where I've landed, and it's not comfortable: my time in corporate, particularly in a US-owned business, is kinda over. Not because the work itself is wrong, but because I need to work somewhere I don't have to mask at all - if only to save the energy for what I actually care about. That's a strange thing to sit with when you've spent 24 years building a career on being the composed one, the reliable one, the one who doesn't let it show. But the composure was costing me something I don't have as much of anymore, and I'm done pretending otherwise. This week's post is about where that's actually taking me - a shift away from the day-to-day and towards something with more room in it. Not fully mapped out yet. But further along than "kinda over" makes it sound. Bríd libh Órlagh Check out the links below: Website |
Hi, I'm Orlagh, of Brigid's Forge
I'm dedicated to helping women in particular develop their spiritual path in life. I'm focused heavily on Brigid in Ireland, although not all my followers are! I teach, speak, coach and mentor people to help them along their own individual path, based on what lore we have, but also allowing for each individual path to develop as it needs to.
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