Fifty and Finally Listening!

Today is my 50th birthday—and the first day of a new way of doing life.

For the past two decades, I’ve been raising kids (and if I’m honest… a husband).

Like so many women I know, I set my dreams aside to make space for everyone else’s.

And I don’t regret it.

I’ve lived a good life.
And I’m incredibly proud of the three cool humans who call me “Mom” (or “bruh,” depending on the day).

But as this new decade begins—
as the 4 rolls into a 5—
I feel an undeniable pull to return to myself.

On my 49th birthday, after a particularly hard stretch of life’s messiness, I made a decision that would quietly change everything.

I looked back over the years and realized how far I’d drifted from a part of me I deeply missed.

And I knew—if I truly wanted to live my life fully—it was time to listen again.

To the part of me that had gone quiet.
To the little adventurer who had been waiting… patiently.

With that, something shifted.

The dream to dream again was born.

One of those dreams has always been to write.

To share my stories. My perspective. My voice.

I’ve almost started before—but that little gremlin in my head would always show up right on cue:

Who would want to read this?
What do you even have to say?

And just like that, I’d stop.

But now?

I’m 50—and I have no fux left to give.

My words can be read or left unread. That’s not the point.

The point is this:

I’m writing.

And in doing so, I’m finally honouring a dream I’ve carried for over twenty years.

This is my blog.

My first step toward bringing that quiet part of me back into the light.

As I step into today—and into whatever comes next—I’m choosing to stay open.

To the curiosities.
To the nudges.
To the small sparks that ask for something more.

To give them space to live… and grow.

And I have another dream to share.

One that’s already moved into the planning stage—and I am so friggin’ excited about it.

But I’ll save that for the next page.

I’m glad you’re here.
Until next time—there’s more to come.