Your story matters. We’re all collectively facing shit right now. Sharing your story can and will help others. (You can stay anonymous if you’d like!)

And.

At a minimum.

You’ll be saving me from a day without human connection (freelancing can be hard for us introverted extroverts, okay???).

Send me a DM. Comment below. Text me. Call me. Stop by and chill with me and Leo on the front porch.

The more I disconnect from the noise, the more I hear my own internal guidance system. The more I know: there was never anything wrong with me. The toxicity I pushed into the world was never who I was. It was a version of me created and influenced by a toxic world.

I am so ready to own my truth. I am so ready to stand next to my middle-aged lady peers who are doing the work to heal from a world that rewards impossible standards disguised as beauty and change how shit gets done around here.

And your heart, your ready, steady heart. It knows you’ve veered off course. It knows, and it does not judge. Because the heart sees the lessons in the glitter and the glam. It’s not mad. It hears your logical mind finding evidence that heart-based decisions can’t be trusted. It understands deeply just how deeply you’ve been programmed to fear the unknown.

Middle age is not to be traversed alone. We’re all in this middle aged lady shit together. So let’s do this together. Let’s co-create something beautiful. Let’s focus on what’s real and good and authentic and lovely. Let’s drive our attention toward healing the parts of us the outside world deemed unworthy and lift each other up while doing it.

Imagine it: a New York born and raised writer and editor, the only subscriber to a little-known Iowa farm girl, who believes she may, in fact, be a real writer.