Some have written about menopause as a time of shutting down, while others have written about it as an opening up. I see it from both points of view as I can’t help but acknowledge that my years of procreation have certainly shut down, yet in that absence, all I can see are the countless roads opening up in front of me. I picture the time I can devote to my yoga therapeutics practice, the endless afternoons sitting at an outdoor café in Paris, the oodles of books I will read, and hopefully a decent number of books I will write.