In my experience, the life cycles tend to each last about 7 years. It just so happens I am heading into the last year of the 7th cycle of my life. In reflecting on these 7-year cycles, some feel like yesterday and others feel like a lifetime ago. Until I really took some time to reflect on these cycles, I didn’t really understand how significant they are in my life. I always wondered why my favorite number is 7, now I have more clarity around why. Encountering angel number 7 repeatedly means that positive things are flowing freely toward me. It wasn’t until recently, I gave myself permission to have awareness of things like this. I am blessed for every day I have the courage to lean into and discover this part of my journey. An important part of my journey is that it allows me to share my knowledge I have learned and share it with others.
This is my journey of when 7 meets 48, my cycles journey;
When I was 7 my world consisted baby dolls or dollies as I called them, my mama and papa and stuffed animals. Age 7 comes in second grade. This is the time we begin to learn where we fit in, truly understand right and wrong, and discover our awareness of how others accept us. We are aware of body image and our baby teeth begin to fall out to make way for adult teeth. The first 7 years of life we have been busy exploring, testing, and loving. Age 7 was the first real moment I felt shameful or embarrassed about my body. Every school year we were tested. Our hearing, eyes, and all our “stats” were measured. Let me paint you a picture of this situation. A vulnerable 7-year-old discovering all these firsts in life standing in line, waiting for my turn to have my weight and height measured. I absolutely dreaded the line and this year seemed worse. I was growing up, I was the tallest, and biggest girl in class. Exploring the 7-year cycle made me realize just how much this shaped my rules and beliefs around body image. It was my turn to step on the scale. What happened next was the catalyst for a future of body obsession and poor body image. The nurse yelling my height and weight as my classmates snickered and laughed at me.
I was a shy little girl, I had one close friend. The neighborhood I lived in had very few kids my age, looking back I am so grateful for my friend and that we were the same age. We were kind of the two-little tag along kids with all the older kids. At that age I was just beginning to understand what the word “friend” truly meant. We were like two peas in a pod, we did everything together. So many firsts in my life were with her. My first movie without my parents (Grease by the way), my first concert without my parents (Bryan Adams), my first kiss as she waited outside the door, and so many more.
When I was 14 my second cycle consisted of experimenting with makeup, music and boys.
At age 14, my independence came in the form of a bicycle. My friend and I rode our bikes around the neighborhood hour after hour talking about boys, clothes, and makeup. That time I kissed a boy, I’m not going to lie, it was awkward. I was so nervous that I just stood there frozen in my awkward glory. I thought I was going to die when he told my friends I was an awful kisser! I was mortified!! At that time I was embarrassed. Now, I’m like “Dude no one is good at anything when it’s their first time and you don’t know what you’re doing”. So not only is my body weird but I have now been deemed an “awful kisser”. Age 14 further shaped my poor body image. Imagine me being a shy awkward girl telling her circle of friends I had a crush on a boy. Then that boy finding out and his response being, “that fat cow over there?” pointing at me. So, I went on my first “diet” and began lifting weights. I even made my mom take me to weight watchers. They told me, “you don’t qualify for this program you are not overweight”and still I felt lost as all my friends were “thin” in my eyes. None of them were called “fat cows”! I got a job at a gym in the childcare center babysitting for a free membership. And so, my relationship with body image truly began in full swing.
My third life cycle at age 21 was pivotal in my journey. The night I was sexually assaulted changed my life forever. I began drinking, smoking more and seeking outside influences to help me “feel” again. 21 consisted of smoking, booze, college, and a career. I was taking 18-21 college credit hours to keep myself busy, partying on the weekends, and doing an internship. Looking back, I was once again searching for belonging and at the same time trying to escape my reality with booze, and partying. I was dating a man who cheated on me multiple times. I stayed because in my mind, “who would want me?” Also, at 21 the most beautiful part of my 21st year was when I met my husband John later that year. I fell madly in love, started my career and soon would be engaged. My life was awesome! What I didn’t realize at that time was, God had sent me an angel! What was not so beautiful was, I hid my secret and it seemed to be working.
My fourth life cycle at 28 brought me marriage, work, and dogs. We bought a house, had careers, worked opposite schedules, and were more like roommates than a married couple. It’s hard to think about, even write about, yet this time is significant for me. We had a rough patch, we both had some internal turmoil we needed to work through. The hard part for me was being brave and saying something. I knew it would break John’s heart, it broke mine. We never gave up! Even though at one moment in time I thought it would be easier. These tough few months, many late nights of conversations, changing work hours, and giving 100% to the other person kept our love alive. I love this man with all my whole heart and I’m blessed every moment of every day for my husband and our collective strength to honor our commitment. As you will read, John has been my rock, my savor, my ride or die for over half my life.
At age 35 my fifth life cycle would have my world turned upside down with a significant career change, lost identity and hiding my secret even more. I had a successful career as an addiction therapist, built a legacy facility and knew I needed a huge change. Again, God had a plan for me. At this time, I didn’t understand why these things were happening to me until later when I realized it was not happening to me at all but it was happening for me. A career change was just what he knew I needed. I was challenged, in a whole new way. I learned new things, met new people, and began to realize there was more I wanted to do in my life. I was not sure what or how to make “it” happen, whatever “it” was. I toyed with the idea of a life coach because I missed helping people. I didn’t know where to start to figure out what was next. So I floated along doing my work, seeking out new things to learn, all of which moved me along very slow. I liked the consistency of life, had an awesome marriage, a good career, but I knew there was more.
Then it hit…at 42 my sixth life cycle. I was consumed by depression, work was just work and again I found myself searching for purpose. My depression was the worst it had ever been in years, I was lost and didn’t know why. I knew there was more I was meant to do. I finally decided I wanted to be that life coach I had dreamed of. With the support of my husband John standing by my side, I decided it was time to make that move. He has supported me and loved me through the rough spots of this life, Helped to make sense of my life’s purpose and move forward. I discovered my mission in life, the dream became a reality… I am that Empowerment Coach!! I live in and love from my whole heart.
And now I’m 48 heading into the last year of my 7th cycle of 7 years. Yes, at the age of 49 I will be entering the 8th, 7 year cycle of my life. Today, my world consists of opportunities, a beautiful marriage, and Love. I’m madly in love with my life!!- I have an amazing coaching practice and I am making an impact on the world by sharing my story. Thus, I am doing what I’m meant to do, living and loving in and from my wholeheart.
Now do you believe in the power of 7?