What I am afraid of: the “Francesca Johnson” effect — i.e., entering into the middle of my life and waking up one day to realize none of it makes me happy and I’m not sure how I got there but I feel too trapped to reroute my decisions. And not so much “waking up” that way as “not being focused enough on what I want to pursue it.”

This happened to me. It was the beginning of this whacky menopausal induced hero’s journey. For me, it came at the perfect time, I can still kick ass and take names. Only occasionally do I misplace that list of names.