Lately I’ve been noticing some familiar routines—habits that don’t quite belong to the life I’m living now, but linger anyway, like echoes from a world I left behind. One of the clearest examples is my relationship with movies. For years, movies were reserved for Friday or Saturday nights. They were a longer commitment, and if …
The Shifting Landscape of Friendship Lately I’ve been thinking about the meaningful relationships in my life, and feel deeply grateful for them. That gratitude has me considering what makes these connections fulfilling now. They feel different from earlier decades. Looking back across a lifetime of friendships, waves of nostalgia, clarity, and curiosity rise — along …
The Quiet Shift I’m not quite sure when it happened, but my body doesn’t respond to my goals the way it used to. And if you’re a woman at the same stage of life as me, you probably know exactly what I mean. I’m pretty active. I try to eat nutritious meals most of the …
The Early Markers Lately, I’ve been noticing small clues about who I’m becoming. It’s taken some time, but when I pause to reflect on how my life is shifting, there are definite markers present. They make me hopeful — and if I’m honest, a little excited. Excited about what the future might hold, yes, but …
The Weight of Identity In my last post, I shared how redefining success meant shifting from productivity to fulfillment. As I leaned into that openness, another realization surfaced: so much of my identity had been tied to the roles I carried. Each promotion felt like validation. Each title became a kind of armour. And when …
What Does a “Good Week” Look Like Now? There was a time when I could answer that question with certainty: a good week was one where I accomplished everything on my calendar, kept stress in check, and managed to keep work from completely consuming my life. If I stayed on top of deadlines and wrapped …
End of a Chapter As I handed my laptop and security pass to the courier, I slowly closed the door and realized I had nowhere to be on Monday morning. My days of early morning commutes, time entry, client meetings and calendar chaos were over. I exhaled and leaned against the door, asking myself, “What …
Becoming Me Again 