Becoming a cliche (and not minding all that much)

I always tell my students that stereotypes exist for a reason, but it doesn’t mean that we have to fulfill them.

I’m beginning to see that the same thing holds for cliches and, despite my best efforts, I have done exactly what I’d said I’d never do: become one.

I’m actually so far gone into cliche-dom, it’s hard to tell the forest from the trees. Simply put, I’ve become like every other 40-something woman I know.

It started with Tony Robbins.

Then segued smoothly into an interest in holistic health.

Then it was other self-help programs.

Add in coaching…

Add in massage…

And blogging…

And women’s retreats

And health supplements…

And green smoothies…

And chiropractic…

And acupuncture…

And belly dance…

And hoop dance…

And yoga….

And now, last (well, probably not) and certainly not least, Reiki and meditation.

What happened to the driven type A professor who worked 8-10 hours a day, 6-7 days a week and worked out (hard!) approximately twice a day? You know, the woman who scoffed at yoga and whose idea of meditation was the 5-6 hours between midnight and 5 where, admittedly, she was lying down with her eyes closed…and probably breathing, though may not through her nose.

What is it about the 40s?

As someone who is much further along her spiritual path than I am (and more about that later) recently told me: “We all like to think we’re unique, but essentially we’re just a bunch of bozos on a bus.”

The thing is, I love my life; I’m having a great relationship with my body (in fact, one could say we’re having a love affair of epic proportion after years of abstinence); I actually feel better than I have in years.

But when I look in the mirror (with my crystals and rocks) after having stowed my yoga mat, strap, blocks, and bolster, I can’t help but ask: “How did get here?”

I asked my new husband if he minded me not only turning into a cliche (but also his ex-wife) he assured me he was cool with it. Though on second thought, he did draw the line at snake handling. I guess no one’s perfect! 😉

Maybe not all 40-something year old women are slaves to personal/spiritual development; maybe it’s the just ones that I know. If that’s the case, it makes more sense, because as sociologists have known for years – change your peer group, change your life.

For now I’ve decided that the little voice inside of my head (the one that uses words like “cliche”) is just the part of me who doesn’t want me to change; the part of me that doesn’t like balance, doesn’t trust it.

For now, I am going to continue what I’m “called” to do and what I firmly believe is going to heal all of the damage I did during the first 36 years of my life between the extra weight, the processed food, the horrifically abusive people that I not only welcomed into my life but actually invited, and the unending – unmitigated – stress. For now, I will ignore that little voice, but I, too, for the sake of marital harmony (among other reasons), will draw the line when it comes to snakes.

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