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I’ve been there, menopausal hot flushes, aching joints and foggy brain. I know what it is like to feel surreally disconnected from the person staring at you in the mirror. Its taken time, but I’m now used to my grey streaked thinning hair and wearing of variofocal lenses. I’ve experienced too, the sense of feeling stuck and yet yearning to be more creative than I have ever been; to be free, to be a wise wild woman, to do work that feels more authentic and of which one is passionate about. I’ve mourned the death of my only child and my father. I’ve opened my wardrobe and felt melancholic that a lot of the clothes I had no longer fitted or suited my changed body shape. I too have experienced the sense of anxiety that ‘time is running out’…