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Try to put ordinary moments at the top of the pile

I was doing laundry the other day — yes, this is where we are now, folks. Riveting stuff happening over here. And I couldn’t help but think about how, just a year ago, I was days away from boarding a plane, heading overseas, alone, chasing something bigger than my everyday routine. Funny how life has a way of rerouting you. Grounding you. Sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently. And yet…here I am. Doing laundry. And oddly enough, loving the fact that I can. There was a time not too long ago when even the simplest tasks felt out of reach. So the ability to stand there, ...

The 7 p.m. identity crisis that comes with the season

I’ve realized something about myself. I am, unapologetically, a 7 p.m. girl in a 9 p.m. world. In the winter, this works in my favor. The sun clocks out at 5 p.m., and suddenly my entire personality feels validated. Dinner? Done. Shower? Taken. Comfy clothes? On. By 7 p.m., I’m curled up on my couch in what I lovingly refer to as my “for my household eyes only” attire — reading, answering emails, maybe watching something that requires very little emotional commitment — and it all feels… right. Natural. Seasonal. Even responsible. But now? Now it’s 7 p.m., the sun ...

Are you already where you really need to be?

I’d like to believe we all daydream — just in different ways. Not always the big, cinematic kind (though I’m not opposed to perfect lighting and a slow walk on the beach), but the quieter ones that slip in between school dropoffs, grocery runs and the emails that somehow multiply when we’re not looking. Maybe it’s the family vacation you’ve already mentally taken three times. You can see it clearly — the little one knee-deep in the sand, fully committed to a castle that won’t survive the tide, and the older one charging straight into the waves, boogie board first, ...

Hi, I’m Lisa … and it’s complicated

I couldn’t help but wonder…when did “Who are you?” become a job interview? Not the kind where you sit across from someone in a stiff chair, but the everyday version. The one that happens in passing. At events. In line for coffee. In those in-between moments where two humans meet and, almost instantly, one offers up a perfectly packaged version of themselves. “Hi, I’m so-and-so, and I do this.” Clean. Concise. Doors are barely closed before the pitch is complete. And I admire that. I really do. There’s something wildly impressive about people who can distill ...

Somewhere between crop tops and cardigans

I found myself the other day doing something I never thought I’d do — Googling, “Where do women my age shop?” Not for someone else. For me. And I just sat there for a second, staring at the screen like it had personally called me out. Because for the longest time, when I said “I’m about to be 50,” it felt like a distant concept. Something I could joke about, reference, maybe even ignore a little. But now? Now I’m basically standing on the front porch of 50, adjusting my outfit in the reflection of the door, wondering if I knock confidently or just ease my way in and ...

Words we love to hear: ‘I got this’ — or even better, ‘I got you’

There are three words — actually, let’s call them a phrase because it hits harder when it flows — that we love hearing, whether we admit it or not: “I got this.” Or even better… “I got you.” There is something about those words, in that exact order, that just does something to you. It’s like an instant exhale. Like someone just walked into the situation, took the weight off your shoulders, and didn’t ask for a play-by-play or a thank you in return. And honestly? Half the time, they don’t even need to say it. You feel it. It’s the person who just ...