I was standing in the ice cream aisle — my cart was full of things except for the one item I came to the store to purchase, when suddenly, I burst into tears over Häagen-Dazs ’ Butter Pecan Ice Cream. This was not my finest moment. But honestly? It was a turning point."
If I am keeping it 100, It wasn't really about the ice cream. Somewhere between ages 47 and that moment in the grocery store, I had quietly lost track of myself. I wasn't having a dramatic "midlife crisis." There was no convertible. No impulsive trip to Bali. I was feeling tired, a little invisible, and surprisingly furious that my favorite ice cream was not available.
If you are like me, and you have had a version of that moment, can I get an Amen? That quiet, nagging feeling of "Is this it?" — followed immediately by guilt, because you have a good life and you know it. And yet something still feels off. Something is shifting, and you are not quite sure what to do with that.
I want to start this newsletter by telling you something important: you are not falling apart. You are in a transition. And there is a real difference.