What’s the normal thing you’ve never been able to do that you still think about?
Not the yacht. Not the mansion. I’m talking about the ordinary thing that many people take for granted. The thing that would make your everyday life different in some quiet way.
Well-meaning friends say I’ll “find the right woman.” But the pressure to pursue romance has lifted, and I don’t miss it. I feel relieved for no longer being in a game I never particularly enjoyed playing.
How about you? Are you a player?
Last week, walking past a shop window, I glimpsed someone I didn’t immediately recognize—gray-haired, lined, slightly stooped. It took a second to realize I was looking at myself. That stranger looked older than the person I see each morning.
Most of us spent our first 50 years mastering a complicated juggling act—family, career, finances, social obligations. But what if balance in the second half of life isn’t about keeping all the plates spinning? Here are some thoughts on finding your own balance in this chapter…
I’ve been studying Japanese for 505 consecutive days without feeling passionate about it. Turns out, competence builds its own momentum—passion isn’t required before you start.
This is our first guest post from a woman, and Tomoko’s story embodies everything this community stands for—raw honesty on life’s challenges. At 58, she’s spent five years navigating breast cancer, from a diagnosis that came with no warning signs to learning that “survival” really…
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?
How do dreams change as you get older? From helicopter pilot ambitions to wanting time with aging parents – exploring how what we want shifts with age and experience.