12/06/2026
At 44, I stopped waiting for the right time, because I finally understood there isn’t one.
There’s no perfect moment to start the thing, leave what’s stopped fitting, book the ticket, send the message.
There’s just now, and the quiet courage to choose yourself before you feel ready.
I used to think starting over in my 40s meant I’d left it too late. It didn’t. It meant I knew, for the first time, exactly what I wanted, and who I was no longer willing to keep waiting to become.
This decade isn’t the leftovers. It’s the beginning. x