Today I turn 45.
No big celebration.
No balloons.
Just a quiet morning, a few deep breaths, and a heart full of gratitude.
Because I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still choosing to love life—as is.
Not because it’s perfect.
Not because it all turned out the way I imagined.
Or, that it all makes perfect sense.
But because I’ve learned how to find beauty in the in-between.
Peace in the unknown.
Joy REGARDLESS.
45 is real.
It’s layered.
It’s full of stories only my soul can tell.
I’m not the same woman I was a decade ago.
And thank God for that.
Now, I say yes to things that matter.
No to things that don’t.
And hell yes to the kind of life that feels aligned, intentional, and mine.
So here’s to the next chapter—unfiltered, unafraid, and full of possibility.
Still alive.
Finally in love with life—even in the middle of the mess, the uncertainty,
Even the tears.
Here’s to 45.
