We are women of a certain age who are comfortable knowing that we have to grow older but we don't have to get old. We have lived and loved, loved and lost and loved again.
We are Women In Transition__W.I.Ts. Over the years we have gained wisdom, intuition and timing.
We bear the battle scars of our childbearing years. Once women in travail, we have emerged as women in triumph as we wave our stretch-marked banners with pride. Our weathered faces and slightly slowed paces hardly dampen the fires of our youthful exuberance.
We have harnessed our rampaging hormones and now wisely channel them into tamer pursuits. Buoyed by our newly found liberation, we are free to become motorcycle mamas, racetrack drivers (or spectators) or charitable fun(d)raisers,
F-U-N, that is.
No longer obliged to perform at the crack of Pavlov's corporate whip, we are carving out meaningful vocations while intuitively eschewing conspicuous but meaningless vacations, craving instead to live harmoniously and authentically according to our unique personalities.
We are reinventing our careers and reinvesting our talents. Whether we call it retooling, revamping, reorganizing, repackaging, restructuring, re-purposing or rebranding, we are in a season of renewal. This time, our obligation is to ourselves. We are resurrecting purpose and metamorphosing with passion.
We are Women Introducing To Themselves Youthfulness, W.I.T.T.Y., that is.