This is one of those posts I never thought I’d write. The kind that makes you wonder if you’re about to sound completely unhinged to people who don’t know you. But at nearly 60, this “old dog” doesn’t care about appearing “normal” anymore. I’m talking about those unexplained…
Do you ever feel like you’re settling for “good enough” when something inside still hungers for more? At nearly 57, this old dog is finally admitting something. I’m trying to turn my life around. There’s this persistent voice asking, “Is this all there is?” Maybe you hear that voice…
Do you ever feel like you love your family but operate on a completely different frequency? A photo from McDonald’s—my sister and 85-year-old father sharing junk food—stayed with me in an unexpected way. I could see the effects of time and caring for everything alone since Mum..
Yesterday, cycling to work in the pouring rain at 56, I wondered: am I being authentically myself, or just making the best of circumstances I’m secretly embarrassed about? When you say ‘it’s all relative,’ are you genuinely content or just making excuses?
My sanctuary? Early morning walks, the tractor seat, my computer at home. Took me years to realize I need different ones for different things. What’s yours?
We all break sometimes. Relationships end, dreams dissolve, and futures change in ways we never planned. If you’re feeling shattered by someone’s leaving, by someone’s choice to build their life elsewhere, you’re not alone. Sometimes being broken is proof that what you had was real.
Some mornings, walking to 7-Eleven before dawn, I find myself in conversation with something larger than myself. Not formal prayer—just acknowledgment. What does gratitude actually feel like in your daily life, not what it should feel like?”
After twenty years teaching English in Japan, I’ve watched brilliant women—nurses, office workers, mothers—lose focus during lessons, checking reflections in phone screens, fidgeting with clothing. When did the pressure to be constantly ‘desirable’ become so overwhelming?
Do you feel that knot in your stomach when you need to say no to your boss? Even after putting in a full day’s work? At 4:30 PM yesterday, covered in mosquito bites from farming, I faced that familiar guilt again. You’re not alone in this struggle…
Last night, thanks to a mosquito and my overactive mind, I managed about an hour of sleep. But instead of feeling exhausted, my brain exploded with blog ideas. At nearly 60, lying there energized by possibility, I realized something startling: I’m addicted to hope. Sound familiar?