So, here I am—running on approximately 4 hours of sleep and probably over 200mg of caffeine—deciding that now is the perfect time to write my first blog post. Genius, right?

Honestly, it was either write or spend the morning aggressively Googling “can you live off coffee alone?” (Spoiler: the answer is technically no, but emotionally yes.)

Let me introduce myself. I’m 42 years old and living proof that life does not, in fact, end at 30. That was a bold lie fed to us in our 20s—right up there with “you’ll have it all figured out by 25” and “you’ll love kale.” I spent my 30s waiting for the thriving part to kick in. Instead, I mostly got a lot of learning, a little crying, and a few existential spirals—but also some seriously valuable life lessons and a pretty great playlist.

Then I hit 40. And instead of the predicted midlife crisis, I got something better: clarity, confidence, and the overwhelming urge to buy a furniture vacuum. At 41, I did the scary thing—I started a new career. And guess what? It didn’t kill me. In fact, it might’ve saved me. Starting over wasn’t just brave, it was weirdly fun, like jumping into a pool fully clothed and realizing, “Huh. Not as bad as I thought.”

Then came 42 and a mysterious 30-pound weight gain in less than a year (blame it on hormones, stress, or the seven-layer dip—I’m not here to point fingers). So I began a new wellness journey, not just to feel good in my clothes again, but to reconnect with my body, mind, and soul. Basically, I’m trying to upgrade myself without accidentally turning into a green smoothie evangelist. (No promises.)

I’m also a full-time working mom of two incredible boys—one I made from scratch, and one I got by pure luck. Together they keep me humble, slightly broke, and constantly wondering where all the snacks have gone. I’m married to a man who’s basically a real-life unicorn: hard-working, endlessly supportive, and somehow able to live with me and my rotating list of new hobbies without running away. (Saint status officially confirmed.) If not for him I would definitely be that “crazy cat lady” everyone talks about.

When I’m not working, parenting, or trying to figure out if that’s a wrinkle or a shadow, I dabble in photography, make jewelry, and start new hobbies like it’s a competitive sport. I also discovered a love for reading at 40 thanks to a double ear infection that blew out both eardrums. Silver lining? No one could talk to me, so I finally read a book. Haven’t stopped since.

So why the blog?

Because midlife is weird. It’s beautiful and messy and full of surprises. I wanted a space to share the ups, the downs, the weird detours, and the little wins. Some days I feel like a grounded goddess of wisdom. Other days, I eat pizza rolls and cry watching cat videos on Instagram. It’s all part of the journey.If you’re somewhere in this midlife mix with me—welcome. This space is for real talk, awkward truths, small triumphs, and maybe a few questionable wellness trends (I draw the line at celery juice… probably). I hope this blog feels like chatting with a friend who won’t judge your mismatched socks or your Amazon order history.

Here’s to figuring it all out—one chaotic, beautiful, overly-caffeinated day at a time.