I didn’t plan to be starting over at 42. Life looked very different on paper — steady, shared, predictable.
Then separation, grief, and single parenting arrive all at once, and balance becomes something I have to relearn rather than assume. At the same time, I am learning how to live in a world without my father — a loss that hurts in ways I don’t yet have language for.
This blog is a place to tell the truth about this in-between space: holding down work while holding together a family, grieving what was while building something new, and learning who I am when the ground shifts beneath me. It’s about small wins, tired days, resilience I didn’t know I had, and growth that comes not from choice, but from necessity.
If you’re navigating change, loss, or a life that no longer fits the plan you once had — you’re not alone. This is me starting again, one honest step at a time.
You’re welcome to walk this part of the journey with me.
Between what was and what's next 