So, I finally got new glasses. Because I thought, you know…“How deep do these forehead creases need to get?” What I did NOT realize is that the new glasses came with a free trial of emotional devastation. The moment I put them on, I looked in the mirror and whispered, “Oh… so we’re just doing …
Well, it’s that time of year again. The first quarter of the year! Where the gym is flooded with good intentions. All the New Year’s resolutions fill the treadmills. Workouts take longer because you’re waiting on machines, meanwhile the person on the machine is sitting there and only exercising their thumbs. Don’t get me wrong, …
Retirement was supposed to mean slow mornings, coffee sipped instead of inhaled, hobbies, peace, sketching, writing, minding my business and in a rush to go nowhere! Instead, retirement said, “Sorry Sis! Plot twist.” (I am guessing such is the case for many older adults.) Because apparently groceries and healthcare got together behind our backs and …
Last week I wrote a post, and I said: Courage now doesn’t look like jumping without a net. It looks like me and my trusty notebooks, my investment spreadsheet open, deep breaths taken and still saying to myself, “I believe in myself enough to try.” I promised myself that before my birthday, I would take …
There’s a special kind of courage that shows up as you age.It’s not loud, like that gold lamé (The name of a fabric!) jumpsuit you wore to a black-tie event. (I sure did!) This courage is quieter, calculated, and accompanied by a touch of anxiety. Did I say a touch? When you’re younger, you gamble on …
I checked my activity on Instagram yesterday and was horrified.Two hours a day! What in the actual f*#k?On average. I am posting this today, because it feels urgent. You can think about it over the weekend. Now in my defense, some days I barely touched it. (I sure hope this includes the dozens of reels …
This is kind of a follow-up to my post about shedding… and the one about writing (or rewriting) your third act. So, here’s what’s happening. In just a few days, I’ll find out if I’m receiving a writing fellowship… aka a grant… aka someone possibly giving me money to do one of the things I …
I saw the coolest thing on Instagram the other day. There’s a place in NYC called The Happy Medium. It’s an arts club. Not a gallery. An actual club for creativity. They offer workshops in pottery, painting, drawing. You can even learn how to build a damn chair or a lamp. You choose from a …
There comes a moment when you realize you’re exhausted and not because you’re weak, but because you’ve been strong for too long. If you’re feeling unappreciated or taken for granted, it’s often not because the people around you are malicious. It’s because you became reliable. Capable. The one who handled it. Fixed it. Filled the …
There’s a quiet panic that settles in when you realize you’re in what feels like your final act. Not the dramatic kind. No curtain call. Just a slow, unsettling awareness that the road behind you is longer than the one ahead. And sadly, it feels as if the life you imagined never fully arrived. (Or …