I am 54 and on my…6th act?! I have a B.A. in Family and Women’s Studies, a Master of Divinity, had many different jobs, and now an artist trying to make it into a sustainable lifestyle. I also feel like I have a book in me to write. I’ve reinvented myself too many times to count. Help!!
I'm sorry to hear that, Sarah. As we say in the Heroine Society, unfortunately bad stuff happens that we can't control. We can only control our reaction to it, and the choices we make. It sounds like you have a wealth of education and experience to draw from. 🤗🤗🤗
I have just read through the transcripts of your 6 part course. Your course is amazing. It's really well put together. Congratulations.
However I believe someone has been messing with your Web page. In the Chapter 4 transcript the story mentions Cinderella is invited to the 'boar' instead of 'ball' at 2.15.
Then at 2.55 'ball' has been replaced by 'Borg'.
In the Chap 6 transcript at 10.49 the word 'challenges' has been replaced by 'phallenges'. I hope this info is useful and the mistakes can be corrected. Best wishes, Elysoun
Thanks so much for reading the intro course, Elysoun. That's just the beginning! Thanks also for the feedback on the transcripts. Those are auto generated by Substack, so I will check right away if I am able to amend. (My silly accent probably caused the errors 🙂)
First of all, I absolutely love the name of your Substack—it's brilliant. Second, the way you’ve written your drowning story is incredible. The vivid details are mind-blowing. You clearly have something special, and it’s evident that everything you’ve been through has shaped you into the person you are today.
I’m also on the lookout for real-life heroines for my fiction writing, so I can share their stories in a meaningful way. I’ve subscribed. Thank you for sharing your journey—it’s truly inspiring.
Thanks for this lovely response, Neera. I think we are on the cusp of an entire genre of fiction based on midlife women kicking ass. I'd like to read yours!
I can't believe this is real! Talk about a life changing experience. I'm sure you're well aware of this, but you're a great writer. Did you start writing after this event?
I'm glad I found you. I was in a car accident, thankfully water was not part of it, and it did change me... for a week or two. You are reminding me to wake up. I absolutely thought this is how it ends as my car was spinning. It didn't, there's still time to live extraordinarily!
Right? Always time. Extraordinary just means out of the ordinary and if women live their lives based on their personal whys, it has to be extraordinary.
I had CHILLS reading this. Chills! I am so glad you’re ok. Thank you for sharing this story with us.
My biggest wake-up call was my divorce (which I did not initiate). I completely changed my life after that, also by asking similar questions. And so began my greatest adventure.✈️
I can relate in oh so many ways Lisa-Marie and what a story that's living through you! I feel a small bit like I'm constantly hoping someone will compose suitable a violin concerto to accompany my life story (and I'm not even into the violin) but I think it's the least someone could do *said sarcastically.
I was orphaned at age 15, my dad died when I was 3, my mum when I was 15.. both from cancer at a very young age. A week shy of my eighteenth birthday I was in a car crash with my 18 year old boyfriend, he was killed outright, I sustained two spinal injuries, multiple fractures and spent 10 weeks on a Stryker frame bed on cervical traction, being given Panadol for pain relier due to my being 8 weeks pregnant. Entrapped in a torture chamber, staring at the floor or ceiling, wishing I'd been killer too. Consumed by guilt that Pete was dead but feeling the new life growing inside me was my reason to live, to breathe, to stay.. it was.. for a few weeks, then that hope was torn from me too in a Mike drop moment by a ultrasound technician as he mopped gel off my paralyzed abdomen stating, 'nope, there's nothing there, there might have been at one time but no sign of it now..', wiping his hands and exiting stage right. No wringing of hands.
That's only the start of the story as you can well imagine. A paraplegic for 37 years now, with chronic pain as my constant companion, it's been quite the ride as you can probably imagine.
I'm in the process of self publishing a fiction book, written from the heart of my own experiences, told from the perspective of the 18 year old girl, her boyfriend who's killed and the voice of her higher self.
I'm not sure if Oprah has my number but if someone could pass on my details, it'd be much appreciated 🙃, I might even get my hair done and throw on a bit of makeup that day for the hell of it.
My own personal heroine's journey has been a pretty insightful, convoluted journey for me so far.. maybe I bought the wrong ticket, did I? 🤔
Ps you have such an engaging way of writing, I can only imagine that you've found your true purpose in your creativity and through helping others.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Your Heroine's Journey has been significantly more challenging than my own (in fact, I can't even compare). Your bravery and fortitude are admirable. If I had Oprah's number, I would most certainly pass it on! Please update us heroines on the progress of your book!
Thanks Lisa-Marie, I'll keep you posted. Apologies for the typos in my original comment 🙄, I wrote it in the middle of the night. I'm not sure that's a valid excuse though..
So glad to hear you're adventuring Asia! And thanks for reading.
I am 54 and on my…6th act?! I have a B.A. in Family and Women’s Studies, a Master of Divinity, had many different jobs, and now an artist trying to make it into a sustainable lifestyle. I also feel like I have a book in me to write. I’ve reinvented myself too many times to count. Help!!
I think reinvention is the key to keeping things interesting, Sarah. :-)
I certainly agree. However, mine has mostly been due to health issues and a divorce. I am thoroughly exhausted from it all.
I'm sorry to hear that, Sarah. As we say in the Heroine Society, unfortunately bad stuff happens that we can't control. We can only control our reaction to it, and the choices we make. It sounds like you have a wealth of education and experience to draw from. 🤗🤗🤗
Hi Lisa-Marie,
I have just read through the transcripts of your 6 part course. Your course is amazing. It's really well put together. Congratulations.
However I believe someone has been messing with your Web page. In the Chapter 4 transcript the story mentions Cinderella is invited to the 'boar' instead of 'ball' at 2.15.
Then at 2.55 'ball' has been replaced by 'Borg'.
In the Chap 6 transcript at 10.49 the word 'challenges' has been replaced by 'phallenges'. I hope this info is useful and the mistakes can be corrected. Best wishes, Elysoun
Thanks so much for reading the intro course, Elysoun. That's just the beginning! Thanks also for the feedback on the transcripts. Those are auto generated by Substack, so I will check right away if I am able to amend. (My silly accent probably caused the errors 🙂)
First of all, I absolutely love the name of your Substack—it's brilliant. Second, the way you’ve written your drowning story is incredible. The vivid details are mind-blowing. You clearly have something special, and it’s evident that everything you’ve been through has shaped you into the person you are today.
I’m also on the lookout for real-life heroines for my fiction writing, so I can share their stories in a meaningful way. I’ve subscribed. Thank you for sharing your journey—it’s truly inspiring.
Thanks for this lovely response, Neera. I think we are on the cusp of an entire genre of fiction based on midlife women kicking ass. I'd like to read yours!
I will be writing my fiction in my new Substack - Neera’s Fiction
I can't believe this is real! Talk about a life changing experience. I'm sure you're well aware of this, but you're a great writer. Did you start writing after this event?
Thanks Anita! I've been writing forever, but I didn't start writing novels until my forties. I'm a late bloomer. 🙂
Whoa!!!! 😮 Wake up call indeed!
Hiya, Elle!
👋🏾
Wow. So many thoughts. First, I’m so grateful you survived! Second, thank you for sharing! Third, where would we be without Oprah? 😆
Where WOULD we be without Oprah! Thanks for reading!
Wow. This is a story!
Now I’ve just typed the word “doozy” I had to go and look up the definition…noun
informal•North American
something outstanding or unique of its kind.
Yeah - it was a doozy.
Yeah. Outstanding or unique. I think so.
I'm glad I found you. I was in a car accident, thankfully water was not part of it, and it did change me... for a week or two. You are reminding me to wake up. I absolutely thought this is how it ends as my car was spinning. It didn't, there's still time to live extraordinarily!
Right? Always time. Extraordinary just means out of the ordinary and if women live their lives based on their personal whys, it has to be extraordinary.
Ok. I’m in.
What story! Very happy to know you’re alive!
😂 Me too!
I had CHILLS reading this. Chills! I am so glad you’re ok. Thank you for sharing this story with us.
My biggest wake-up call was my divorce (which I did not initiate). I completely changed my life after that, also by asking similar questions. And so began my greatest adventure.✈️
I can relate in oh so many ways Lisa-Marie and what a story that's living through you! I feel a small bit like I'm constantly hoping someone will compose suitable a violin concerto to accompany my life story (and I'm not even into the violin) but I think it's the least someone could do *said sarcastically.
I was orphaned at age 15, my dad died when I was 3, my mum when I was 15.. both from cancer at a very young age. A week shy of my eighteenth birthday I was in a car crash with my 18 year old boyfriend, he was killed outright, I sustained two spinal injuries, multiple fractures and spent 10 weeks on a Stryker frame bed on cervical traction, being given Panadol for pain relier due to my being 8 weeks pregnant. Entrapped in a torture chamber, staring at the floor or ceiling, wishing I'd been killer too. Consumed by guilt that Pete was dead but feeling the new life growing inside me was my reason to live, to breathe, to stay.. it was.. for a few weeks, then that hope was torn from me too in a Mike drop moment by a ultrasound technician as he mopped gel off my paralyzed abdomen stating, 'nope, there's nothing there, there might have been at one time but no sign of it now..', wiping his hands and exiting stage right. No wringing of hands.
That's only the start of the story as you can well imagine. A paraplegic for 37 years now, with chronic pain as my constant companion, it's been quite the ride as you can probably imagine.
I'm in the process of self publishing a fiction book, written from the heart of my own experiences, told from the perspective of the 18 year old girl, her boyfriend who's killed and the voice of her higher self.
I'm not sure if Oprah has my number but if someone could pass on my details, it'd be much appreciated 🙃, I might even get my hair done and throw on a bit of makeup that day for the hell of it.
My own personal heroine's journey has been a pretty insightful, convoluted journey for me so far.. maybe I bought the wrong ticket, did I? 🤔
Ps you have such an engaging way of writing, I can only imagine that you've found your true purpose in your creativity and through helping others.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Your Heroine's Journey has been significantly more challenging than my own (in fact, I can't even compare). Your bravery and fortitude are admirable. If I had Oprah's number, I would most certainly pass it on! Please update us heroines on the progress of your book!
Thanks Lisa-Marie, I'll keep you posted. Apologies for the typos in my original comment 🙄, I wrote it in the middle of the night. I'm not sure that's a valid excuse though..