50s and beyond

This isn’t the life I pictured at 55 — and that’s okay.

Once upon a time, I thought by now I’d have it all neatly tied up — husband, mortgage, career, the works.

Been there. Done that. Burned the T-shirt. 😆

Now? I’m a single parent renting the same little house I’ve called home for five years, still figuring out what “sorted” even means — and honestly, I’m fine with that.Because here’s what I’ve learned: I’m single because I won’t shrink myself to fit someone else’s comfort zone.

I rent because freedom feels better than furniture I can’t afford to scratch.And I’m still learning, still growing, still dancing barefoot through the chaos.Things don’t always follow the timeline we imagined — and that’s okay.

Age isn’t a countdown; it’s a collection of lessons, laughter, and second chances.Here’s to making my fifties the fiercest, freest decade yet 💪But for now, I’m off to my happy place countryside walks and a quiet moment to celebrate the simple, stubborn joy of still being here. ❤️