Life’ing

A Life Outside the Blueprint traces the choices that shaped me—relationships that awakened me, cultural expectations I didn’t fit, and a quiet refusal to disappear into roles that never felt like mine. This is the story of claiming a different kind of life—one crafted with intention, healed through self-trust, and lived on my terms.

From an early age, I sensed I was different. I didn’t dream of a white dress or cradle baby dolls—I craved freedom. In a world that asked women to shrink, smile, and stay small, I made a different choice.

I was never into weed. It always felt unpredictable—made me anxious, paranoid, and honestly, it just wasn’t my thing.And today’s cannabis? Way more potent than I remember from back in the day. A few years ago, I started looking for a alternative ways to relax—one that didn’t involve alcohol or prescription meds. I was looking

I didn’t set out to quit drinking forever. But after losing my mom, leaving my career, and unraveling from grief and overwhelm, something had to shift. This piece explores how alcohol slowly became my way to cope—and how I pressed pause before losing myself completely.

After 67 days alcohol-free, I thought I could handle a weekend with old friends. I didn’t have a firm plan—just curiosity. This is what happened over six slippery days, and how I found my way back… again

Real peace doesn’t come from pretending everything’s fine. It comes from quietly choosing yourself—through morning rituals, naming old patterns, and letting go of roles that no longer fit. Even if your truth is messy or imperfect, it still matters.

One email rewrote my past. Decades of my life were reframed—uncovering a family secret I was never meant to know.

After losing my mom and stepping away from my career, I found myself unraveling—and awakening. What began as a quest to reclaim my health became a deeper journey back to myself. Life’ing Over 50 is my blueprint, built from years of experience, healing, and rediscovering strength through mindset, movement, and nourishment.

I spent a lifetime longing for a connection with my mother—one that always felt just out of reach. She carried burdens I’ll never fully understand, and I carry the imprint of all that was missing between us.