I did everything right.
Good marriage. Two kids launched successfully. Financial security. A career that mattered. I retired at 54 with a package I initiated and a future wide open.
And then I stood in my kitchen on a Tuesday morning and thought — now what?
Nobody tells you that the hardest part of building a great life is figuring out what to do when you’ve actually built it.
I’m not here because I have the answers. I’m here because I suspect a lot of you are standing in your own kitchens asking the same question — and I think we should figure it out together.
This is Chapter Two. I have no idea how it ends. But I’m done pretending I’m not writing it.
Are you standing in your own kitchen right now? Tell me in the comments — I’d love to know I’m not alone.
If this landed somewhere true for you — share it with a woman who needs to read it. And come back next Monday. We’re just getting started. 🌿
What I have learned about myself at 51 is the building is the part I enjoy, the part I yearn for. The inhabiting is for others. It means I am never completely fulfilled. I am never sated. But I am always curious and engaged. That will have to be enough.