11/10/2026
I didn’t know the autumn of my life would involve so much grief.
(Even though as a November baby, I love this season. 🍂)
I’ve lost people, places, beliefs, and patterns in the past several years.
The grief is one surprise.
A second surprise: grief is kind of beautiful?
Autumn is metal season. Metal is about refinement: things polished until they shine. ✨
I’m finding that loss brings refinement, because it invites honesty, if you look at it without flinching.
And honesty is also beautiful, a third surprise, after decades of avoiding truths I didn’t want to face.
So I’m 55. My hair is mostly silver. (Love it! 😍) I don’t recognize my own body. (Struggle with it! 🫣)
Nothing in life looks the way it used to: home, relationships, work.
The fourth surprise? I feel more myself than I ever have.
Metal season is polishing me up and showing me the me that was always there, under layers of stuff that wasn’t mine. 🪩
Turns out that maybe part of our work is to find honesty and the strength it brings with it. Yours is there too. I promise. 🧡