HeyJaredCandidly Midlife
Real talk for women rewriting midlife - with honesty, humor, and heart ✨❤️
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Goodbye, Midnight Me (opens the original)
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It’s 12:47am. Kids are sleeping. Dishes are done. I’ve checked any emails I missed at work that day. Hubby is in bed, and the only light in the house is coming from the TV I’m not really watching, or from my phone where I’m doomscrolling or buying something from Instagram shops that I absolutely do not need. I know I should go to bed. But I don’t move.Because this, right here, is the only part of the day that belongs to ME.I’m a mom. A working woman. A wife. A daughter of elderly parents, a sist
Holding On to Summer (opens the original)
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As I sit here writing, I can’t help but think about this past summer and how freeing it was for me. This summer, I did what I wanted and didn’t do what I didn’t want to. I haven’t had a summer like this in a while. My summers are usually filled with tons of family functions and other obligations, but this year, I said no more. I didn’t feel the need to go to events. I sat on the front porch while on vacation and just enjoyed the wind chimes from a home we rent in our happy place. I went to the b
A Moment to Pause (opens the original)
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This past weekend, my husband and I attended the Newport Jazz Festival, an annual tradition that we’ve been able to maintain for over 17+ years of being together. It’s our one child free weekend of the year! (shoutout to my family who steps in to watch my kids).Between the beautiful blue skies, the sounds of the ocean, the music drifting from one artist’s set to another, for a moment I felt like I was able to escape the stress of life.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://su
A Letter to the Fifty-Year Old I'm Becoming (opens the original)
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A few weeks ago, I wrote about refusing to play small. Then life tested me on it almost immediately. A work situation made me feel small, small enough to chip away at my confidence, small enough that it forced me to reckon with my relationship to work, to stress, to what I’m actually willing to carry. What started as a professional reflection, somehow became something bigger: a question about how I want to live, PERIOD. Fifty is still eight months away, but I don’t want to wait until then to sta
One Year. 90 Classes. One Very Grateful Body. (opens the original)
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I remember walking into my first Pilates class and immediately noticing two things: one, I was definitely the oldest person in the room by over a decade (older than even the instructor) and two, I wasn’t going to survive the heat. It was a hot Pilates class set to 100-degree weather and the moment I walked in, I was sweating. A 50-minute class felt like an eternity as I struggled to keep up and battled my way to the end of class.Yet here I am today, 90+ classes in and celebrating my one-year pil
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