Mid-March feels like standing in between seasons—and in between versions of yourself. A reflection on change, intuition, and learning to trust what you already know.
I have spent most of my life resisting winter.
But somewhere between falling on skis, rucking through snow, and standing under a pink February sky… I stopped fighting.
And winter met me differently.
Starting over in your 50s isn’t reinvention — it’s recalibration. A reflection on boundaries, self-trust, and choosing peace
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