Still here.

Today was one of those days, and it has carried over into the night. I’m exhausted, physically and mentally. My limbs feel like they’re filled with wet sand, my brain like it’s running on wine and stress. But before I let the day end, I’m here to say it: I’m still here. Late last year, … Continue reading Still here. →

What Do You Love About Where You Live?

That’s easy — the sunrise. I was never an early riser, but since moving to this little fishing town in Spain, I find myself up before the sun. Every day, I watch the sky put on a show as the sun makes its way through it — from oranges and golds to purples and reds, … Continue reading What Do You Love About Where You Live? →

Steps, Big and Small

I have this goal to post every single day, but tonight when I sat down I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about — because it’s actually been a good day. And lately, I’ve caught myself wondering where my good days have gone. Still, I’ve been showing up for my goals, even when … Continue reading Steps, Big and Small →

Yesterday, I fell. Today, I got back up.

You know, I don’t know when I started collecting phrases to survive, but I’ve been doing it for a long time. They go in my journal, on post-its, anytime I have thought or realization that hits hard, I keep it. Affirmations have gotten me through more of midlife than I ever expected to live through. … Continue reading Yesterday, I fell. Today, I got back up. →

Let’s call this: A little clarity I didn’t know I needed.

The author expresses gratitude to Charlotte Lee-Rau for creating a supportive platform where they encountered coach Lori Cunningham. Their partnership ignites a newfound sense of direction and meaningful dialogue about the author's professional life. The author reflects on their emotional struggles after leaving a previous role in martial arts, emphasizing the importance of mentorship and guidance in personal rebuilding.

Moving Towards …

I thought I was chasing a new place, a new experience — but I was really searching for a version of myself I hadn’t met yet. This is a story about movement, identity, and starting over at 53, even after everything breaks.