MIDLIFE BY DESIGN: CURATING YOUR NEXT CHAPTER
There are days when I feel deeply steady in my work. Rooted. Clear. Almost unshakeable in my knowing.And then there are days like today. Today wasn’t about being triggered. It wasn’t about insecurity or self-doubt. It was something quieter, sharper. I felt annoyed. The kind READ MORE…
There’s a particular kind of tired that shows up in midlife. Not the dramatic, lie-down-on-the-floor exhaustion of your twenties. This one is quieter. Heavier. It lives in your bones. It’s the tiredness of responsibility layered on responsibility. The tired of being the one who remembers, READ MORE…
For many women in midlife, creatine still sits in the mental category of “not for us”, something associated with bodybuilding culture, gym bros, and extreme fitness goals. Yet quietly, the science has been telling a very different story. In this conversation, I speak with Shelley READ MORE…
I’ve been weighing myself lately, not from that old place of judgement, but from a newer, calmer place of curiosity. For years, the scale felt like a verdict. A number that could make or break my mood. A tiny screen deciding whether I’d been good READ MORE…
Today’s episode is a Midlife Living Journal entry from one of those tender, heavy days. The kind …
I realised something today, and it felt like one of those quiet, grown-up moments that don’t make a scene, but change the way you stand in your own life. I’m leaving the door open only to someone who knows how to knock. Not bang. Not READ MORE…
I saw something today that made me stop scrolling. Not because it was profound in a poetic, Pinterest-y way… but because it was blunt. True. A little uncomfortable. The kind of truth that hits you in the chest because you’ve lived it. It was basically READ MORE…
There’s a quiet season I don’t think we talk about enough. Not the breakdown. Not the breakthrough. But the in-between one, where you realise you’re not who you used to be… and you’re not interested in pretending otherwise. Lately, I’ve noticed how much quieter I READ MORE…
There’s a quiet relief that comes when you finally admit something to yourself. Not grief. Not loss. Relief. The kind that lands in the body before it ever reaches the mind. Today, I realised I don’t want to write a letter to my future self. READ MORE…
For a long time, I believed healing was something you did, crossed off, and moved on from. You do the work. You process the pain. You have the breakthrough. And then… you’re done. Healed. Whole. Sorted. That story is seductive, especially in midlife, when there’s READ MORE…
