Every Monday morning, I send one honest letter about midlife, reinvention, Storybook Hill, sobriety, slow living, and the messy process of becoming more yourself.
No productivity hacks. No manufactured urgency. No pretending certainty comes first.
Just a thoughtful place to land before the week gets loud.
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Every Monday morning, I send one honest letter about midlife, reinvention, Storybook Hill, sobriety, slow living, and the messy process of becoming more yourself.
No productivity hacks. No manufactured urgency. No pretending certainty comes first.
Just a thoughtful place to land before the week gets loud.
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Living with seasonal affective disorder taught me to stop fighting winter and start planning for it instead. A personal essay on seasonal living and self-trust.
I used to think that if I could just stop drinking, everything would magically fall into place. In many ways, I think that’s how we talk about transformation. We tell ourselves that once we lose the weight, quit drinking, leave the relationship, start therapy, get the diagnosis, or buy the house, we’ll somehow arrive. We’ll […]