The Hot Shift

The life I thought I wanted wasn’t the life that was waiting for me.

Being in NYC reminded me of who I used to be — the dreams I had, the plans I made, the version of life I once thought would make me happy.

There’s something about that city that makes you reflect. The pace, the lights, the noise, the possibilities — it all brought back memories of the life I imagined for myself.

But as I walked through New York, I realized something beautiful: I don’t miss the life I thought I wanted. I’m grateful for the life I have now.

It may not look exactly like what I once pictured, but it has given me peace, purpose, love, growth, and a deeper appreciation for the journey. Sometimes God redirects us not to disappoint us, but to lead us to something better than we could have planned for ourselves.

NYC was a reminder that dreams can change, people can grow, and the life waiting for you can be even more meaningful than the one you thought you lost.

Grateful for the visit. Even more grateful for the life I get to come home to. 🤍

The Writing Was on the Wall in My 40s… But I Was in DENIAL.

Menopause didn’t suddenly show up one day and change everything.

The clues were there long before.

In my 40s, alcohol started affecting me differently.

My sleep suffered.
Recovery took longer.
I felt more inflamed.
My energy didn’t bounce back the same.

But I ignored it.

I blamed stress.
I blamed being busy.
I blamed getting older.

Now at 58, I realize my body was trying to get my attention.

For me, alcohol isn’t about the calories.

It’s about the sleep.
The recovery.
The brain fog.
The way I feel the next day.

These days, I’m much more intentional because feeling energized, clear-headed, and strong matters more to me.

Menopause didn’t ruin the party.

It changed the invitation.

The lesson?

Pay attention to the whispers before your body starts shouting.