Part of the Project: Improve Me Midlife Map: Reflect Path
Some moments fade into the background, but others carve themselves into our memory. They’re the “where were you when” kind of moments — the ones you can picture years later, down to the chair you sat in or the sound in the room. I remember being at my son’s baseball game in the summer of…
If you’d opened my purse in my twenties, you’d have found diapers, toy cars, and probably a crushed granola bar. My whole life was built around what my son needed in the moment. Now, my purse looks different. It’s big enough for my iPad, because my grandkids love playing games on it whenever I visit….
Growing up, music was my escape. My walls were plastered with posters of rock bands, and I lived for the radio countdown. Later, as a young mom, I sang along to whatever my son loved just to keep him smiling. Now? I’m a 50-year-old Swiftie. I never saw that coming, but Taylor Swift’s music has…
When I brought home four pets — two dogs and two cats — I thought I was filling my house with fun. And I did. But I also filled it with responsibility: vet visits, hairballs, barking at the mailman, muddy pawprints. Some days I wonder what I was thinking. But then, every single one of…
My grandma’s house always smelled like food — pies cooling on the counter, soup simmering on the stove, bread rising in the oven. She could feed an army, and somehow she never seemed tired of it. One of my favorite memories is sneaking bits of dough while she wasn’t looking, only to hear her laugh…
When my son was little, mornings were a blur of cartoons, cereal bowls, and mismatched socks. I was always rushing — packing lunches, checking homework, hunting down shoes. It felt like chaos, but it was our normal. Looking back, those mornings were messy and exhausting, but they were full of laughter and the sound of…