02/09/2026
WELL, I SURVIVED 45.
And honestly?
WHAT A F**KING. YEAR.
Stepping into 45,
WOF body — tick. ✅
Boob check — tick. ✅
Tetanus jab — because apparently that was needed
Hospital admissions — ZERO.
A few close calls… but we’re calling that character building.
FND — shoved that bastard way down the priority list.
ACC — FINALLY on board.
I ventured into the world of healing.
Reiki practitioner.
Started exploring traditional healing
Learning, growing, connecting and discovering a whole new f**king world
Then came the adventures
Aerial yoga — because apparently hanging upside down at 45 seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea.
Started my pole journey and discovered approximately 47 muscles I didn't know the f**k existed. 😂
Then there were the concerts
METALLICA.
ED SHEERAN.
And then there are my nanny duties. ❤️
Being Nana.
The adventures.
The laughs.
The little moments.
Watching my grandson grow.
And being reminded that some of life's best moments aren't the huge milestones.
They're the messy, ordinary, beautiful moments happening right in front of you.
I even ventured into the dating world.
Let's not f**king talk about it.
But here's the thing
45 wasn't just about appointments, diagnoses, healing, concerts, adventures or ticking sh*t off a list.
45 changed me.
I stopped waiting for life to magically become easier.
I stopped believing my body had to be perfect before I was allowed to f**king live.
I stopped giving so much of myself to people and situations that left me exhausted.
And I finally understood something
Sometimes getting through the year is the achievement.
Sometimes saying “f**k this” and walking away is growth.
Sometimes trying something completely new at 45 is exactly what you need.
And sometimes the biggest middle finger you can give your past
I want to become the woman I haven't even met yet.
To sum up 45
You were chaotic.
Messy.
Unexpected.
Sometimes f**king brutal.
But you also reminded me to be more intentional and find the glimmers
Here’s to 46.
I'm harder to bullsh*t.
More comfortable in my own skin.
More connected to who I am.
And increasingly unwilling to give a f**k about things that don't deserve my energy.