Taking Life with Chances

This is not where I thought I would be at 47, almost 48 years old.

But I’m not sure I ever truly knew where I wanted to be.

I’ve never been one to conform. I floated through life hoping I would eventually fall into something. And when I did — when, to some, I had a great life — I made the decision to walk away from it all.

I’ve made impulse decisions without thinking them all the way through.

Now here I sit — lost, questioning everything, uncertain about almost all of it, and sometimes feeling a bit hopeless.

I’ve been wanting to throw my hat into this space for some time. Partly as an outlet. Partly to feel less alone. And maybe — just maybe — to remind myself that this journey isn’t meant to be walked in isolation.

If you’re here, perhaps you’re figuring things out too.