During a recent conversation with Claude (an AI assistant), I asked what I thought to be a grammar question, but received a life journey summary as part of a detailed answer. What came back surprised me, prompting me to write this post and ask you the same question…
I’m starting to wonder if some people are actually… there. Not physically—they’re standing right in front of you—but emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Last week, I asked someone close to me for a simple favor that takes 30 seconds. The response? Nothing. Just radio silence…
I find myself thinking about what comes next more than I used to. Not from fear, but from genuine curiosity about the greatest mystery we all face. What happens when this life ends and whatever follows begins?
What do you hope heaven—or whatever comes after—is actually like?
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…
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.