After the 2024 election, I stepped away from the news. Not out of apathy, but self-preservation. The endless cycle of outrage had become a weight I could no longer carry. I needed to clear space in my head, and more importantly, in my heart.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was starting over—again. Reinvention wasn’t a choice. It was a survival skill.
As a retiree, I thought I had already made the big leap: from career to whatever comes next. But here’s the truth no one tells you—reinvention doesn’t happen once. It happens over and over, especially if you choose curiosity over comfort.
In the quiet, I began to write again. I started hiking more with my dog. I returned to a life drawing group I’d once loved. I found joy not by reaching for something new, but by reclaiming things I’d set down.
This blog is part of that process. It’s a place to tell the stories that come from letting go, from paying attention, and from learning who you are when no one is watching.
For some of us, reinvention is a grand adventure. For others, it’s what we do when the map we were following suddenly disappears.
Either way, I’m here for it.
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