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Tasha is a Korean American melancholy dreamer, wife to Matt, mom to three wild and wonderful humans. She writes about everyday life and cultural and ethnic identity, and writing has always been the way God has led her towards the hope of shalom. Her first book, Tell Me The Dream...

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  1. Thank you so very much for sharing this article and your feelings.
    Everything you’ve said resonates within me.
    Blessings to you~

    • Just like Amy, everything you have said resonates with me also….and I am 70 years old. I thank you also for your thought provoking words and add blessings to you as well!

  2. Dear Tasha Jun, thank you for this poignant faith filled post. I empathize with you and so needed your message to welcome who I’ve become. The past few months due to spinal surgery and a malfunction of my spinal cord stimulator causing me to be tased by this device in my back have been very difficult. I’m slowly learning to walk again with a walker.I’m battling anxiety attacks and depression as we figure out what my new normal is going to be. But your words give my heart comfort. You are in my prayers. ❤️

    • I’m thankful for you being open and honest with your readers. I think many can relate but sometimes feel alone in where we are in our lives especially those not so perfect times that we all experience at some point or another.
      Your message helped others know that our paths are similar and we’re not alone.

      • Susan, I’m sorry for the times you’ve felt alone and I hope you will know in growing measure, that you are not alone. So glad you are here.

    • Kathleen,
      I’m so sorry for how difficult the last few months have been! That all sounds so painful and wearisome and my heart feels for you, friend. I hope and pray you can be gentle with yourself in the process. I’m thankful the words today brought comfort, and I pray that the Comforter will continue to provide that, day and night, as you recover and adjust. You aren’t alone and we are so glad you are in this community.

  3. Yes, I have changed. I have been thinking I have aged terribly these past 2 years. I am not myself either. But, I am making changes and one that included moving. It is daunting to do at my age but, maybe naively, I am movng back to my adopted home and back to good friends. I have prayed trying to figure out what was “wrong” with me and why I was feeling this way. So I have placed these heavy burdens on Jesus. It is scary bit I know I am not alone and this gives me great comfort. So thank you for sharing this.

    • Nothing is wrong with you. Madeline, I’m so glad you have had the courage to both move towards what you needed in this season and place your burdens on Jesus. It can be scary but you are brave and you aren’t alone.

  4. Thank you for this! It brought to mind that I not only need to give space to who I’ve become/am becoming but also to others. They too are works in progress in The Master’s hands & I need to look for & celebrate the growth in godliness even as our bodies morph & decline. I need to cheerlead Jesus’ work in & for us! Thank you again for being the spark to give space to myself & others!

    • Tasha your post reflects much of my musings through these past two years (+). I’ve not thought about self-compassion from a holding space for myself perspective, and I’m grateful for your writing. AND thank you for your words Ruth… learning to hold space for and with others is life-changing.

      • Donna, I’m so glad the words here gave you a chance to consider self-compassion, which really is receiving the compassion Jesus has for you. I hope you will feel it in tangible ways. We are so glad you are here!

    • Yes, definitely, Ruth. That’s so important and I’ve found that when I neglect giving space for my own changes, I struggle to welcome the changes and weariness of others. It’s a connected dance, for sure.

  5. I moved to a new state and went to the DMV for a new license. When the examiner gave me my temporary paper license I couldn’t understand why she was giving me a picture of this old woman! Then I realized it was me! I thought how did I get so old! So I went home and thought of how God had seen me through the last three years. How blessed I was to be healthy and safe. I went out and brought a new shade of lipstick and applied more moisturizer to my old face. It is hard as you say to slide into our new seasons. But women have alway be strong and full of grace! So when I turn 70 in July, I’m still going to think “how did I get so old”! But hopefully I’ll smile big wearing my new shade of lipstick! Thank you for sharing! That’s what makes us women strong!

    • Sharon, I never enjoy seeing the results of my DMV photo – I think there’s something in the processing. Ha ha ha. I love how you bought a new shade lipstick – what a way to welcome yourself! So glad you are here.

  6. Tasha glad you found brave and decided to look after your physical and emotional wellbeing. Taking a risk and finding a new doctor, doing the tests and then trying to step back into community takes courage. I admire you doing this. I have done a quiet quit. A pandemic showed me who really was not my community. I just don’t have the heart to try again.

    • Sue, thanks for those sweet words. There are seemingly little things that do take great courage for some of us. Things aren’t really as measurable as we think they should be.

      I’m so sorry for the quiet quit you’ve experienced, and for the loss of community. That is no small thing in any kind of measurement and I feel such an ache as I read your words, because however different the details may be, I know that kind of deep disappointment and loss of hope. You aren’t alone in that place. It’s okay if you feel unsure that good is still at work – I am praying that even so, it will surprise you.

      God, you who knows no boundaries – not the boundaries of time and space, broken relationships or fractures, or of social media and computer screens, be near to Sue. May your name, Emmanuel, become a tangible reality to her in a fresh way. Give her a safe and spacious place to lament her losses of relationship and hope. Catch her tears as the treasures they are. Remind her that you aren’t bound or silent, but near and moving despite what’s seen. Quench her thirst. Provide the manna of new community. Restore what’s been taken, lost, or broken. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

  7. Thank you for your encouragement to press on: 1) with what we know needs to be done–like self-care, 2) learning what it means to rest in Jesus, 3) discovering who we are in the various seasons of life, and 4) celebrating who we are and what we have to offer in the various seasons of life. With you, I ask Jesus to “help me welcome who I’ve become. Let me experience Your love for my body, mind, and heart right now”–at age 73 (though I don’t feel that old at all)!

  8. This article touched my soul. Your transparency was a welcomed breath of fresh air. As a 61 year old black woman trying to navigate life, past hurts, my inner child and loss of friends because of their unwillingness to understand my needs during this most difficult time, your words soothed my soul. I’ve always taken second, but not now. Thank you sweet one

  9. Tasha,

    A few years ago Lisa Jo Baker wrote “The Middle Matters”. She talks about loving yourself-the woman you’ve become (warts & all) in your forties. Don’t fret over how you look. That can be hard at times. Looking in the mirror we often wonder how we got this way. The last two years have taken their toll on many a woman. There were so many changes & challenges to handle. I have just recently come into my own & started loving who I am & where I am in life. Thanks for a great article.

    Blessings 🙂