06/20/2025
Call me midlife, baby — but this is 39, and she’s not bad. Hell, she might even be a little sexy. 😏
This year, I dove deeper into myself than ever before — and wow, I found some really good stuff in there. I finally love who I am. All of me. The light and the dark. And good lord, it took a lot to get here.
Call it self-help, healing, awakening — whatever you want. But I can say this: things feel shinier on this side.
I showed up for myself in ways I never have before. I embraced transition. I welcomed change. And the impact on my life? Nothing short of incredible.
I’m almost two years alcohol-free. My only regret? Not doing it sooner.
This past year, I traveled to Colorado (a lot), met so many beautiful souls, fell even more in love with my friends, held babies, got up early, worked out, made an absurd amount of smoothies, and got eight tattoos. I wore more color than ever and fully embraced both my feminine and masculine energies.
I brought dancing and concerts back into my life — turns out, rhythm is stitched into my bones. I drank too much caffeine, played my favorite songs on repeat, and welcomed back pieces of myself I hadn’t seen in years.
My heart cracked wide open thanks to Sarah J. Maas, Miranda July, and Rebecca Yarros — goddesses among us.
I did a lot of therapy (like… a lot), and leaned all the way into the radical, wild act of self-love. It felt selfish. It felt liberating. It felt like a quiet revolution.
I watched my baby grow into a little boy. I leaned in. I learned about Pokémon, Sonic the Hedgehog, Captain Underpants, and read countless comic books. And I cherished every single moment.
I’ve had more raw, honest, and open conversations this year than ever before — and they’ve expanded my relationships in the most beautiful ways. We are nothing without our people. And I’m endlessly grateful for mine.
Here’s what I know:
We are the only ones who can create change in our lives.
We must choose ourselves, again and again.
We must reflect, question, grow, and remember our value — to ourselves and to others.
Call me crazy, but I think I like this midlife thing.
