Rewilding Oneself - A Journey…

It is not easy, nor something to take lightly, to walk out of a life and start again at this age. No-one does this unless and until they fully understand that they only get one shot at life, that it could all be over in a split second, and the only thing worse than dying, is dying with regret.

As I settle into Marrakech, into a new life that is a hop, skip and jump from my family and oldest friends, as I discover this city that completely and utterly feels like home, I feel like I am in the process of Rewilding myself.

And in this process of Rewilding, I had to throw the adult woman aside, and rediscover and re-nurture the little girl who had always been inside. I had to restore the adult Jane to her natural uncultivated state, tap into all her intuition, her wisdom, her bigness - a bigness she was told for years was too much - in order to fully inhabit all that she is. I had to restore her so she could once again take care of herself.

It’s not easy, to Rewild oneself. Women are not supposed to put themselves first. Society labels those who do as selfish, as having a mid-life crisis, as being “crazy”; often a combination of all three. When we leave what looks like a perfect life, we are the ones who are blamed, despite no-one knowing the nuances or the truths of that life, the pain that might exist behind closed doors.

To Rewild oneself is liberating, and energizing, and painful, and frightening all at once. And, we have one life. Sometimes we have to wake ourselves up. Sending strength and love to all those out there who are quietly dying in a life they no longer recognize. I see you.