HeyJaredThe Midlife Nomad
Discovering waterfalls and wellness in body, mind, and soul in pre-retirement living as a digital nomad, rewriting the rules of midlife.
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You Don’t Have to Blow Up Your Life to Change It (opens the original)
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What looks like a leap may actually be a bridge.Sitting in my favorite Portuguese café this morning, I hear a screech from a child in the back corner of the open-air section of the restaurant where we always sit.We are at “our table,” where our preferred order of duas chinesas is now delivered before a server, generally Monica or Duarte, even takes our order.They encourage us to practice our Portuguese when we see them.And they correct us when our pronunciation is wrong, which we welcome.Monica
I’m Not Training for a Smaller Body; I’m Training for a Bigger Life. (opens the original)
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For the first time since I was 16, I do not own a car.It used to be that whenever I wanted to go somewhere, I just hopped in the car and off we went.I planned errands around efficiency. Grocery store. Pharmacy. Maybe another shop or two. Home. Unload the car and go on about my day.The vehicle was necessary.Walking, biking, and running were something entirely different.They were exercise.They happened at designated times, usually wearing designated clothes, while a watch dutifully recorded my dis
We Left Home. The Cat Did Too. (opens the original)
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There are cats everywhere in Portugal.I think of them as stray cats, although I am not sure that is entirely accurate. Maybe some of them belong to a person or a family. Maybe some belong to no one in particular but are just part of the community. They live on stone walls, beneath café tables, in doorways, and along the narrow streets.[ If you are receiving this by email and you want to see all the pictures and see the entire post, click "View entire message." ]<a class="image-link image2 is-vie
Reimagining Retirement (opens the original)
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When I was a little girl, I used to make entire villages out of acorns, bark, sticks, and moss.The acorn caps made perfect hats for my mossy-haired stick people, all held together with a little earth mixed with spit.Yes, I was that kid.I was alone quite a bit, and I found peculiar ways to occupy my time in nature. I never thought it was odd, or that I was strange for having imaginary villages full of stick people. I would play for hours in the woods, creating homes, characters, and entire storie
The Shaky Planks Are the Story (opens the original)
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I’ve been binge-watching Dolly Parton videos for the past few days and feeling the loss and some odd connection to her. Maybe it is because I was born in Tennessee too. I grew up with similar stories from the rural South, of people who knew how to stretch what they had and create something out of almost nothing. My parents grew up in rural Alabama like Dolly, without indoor plumbing and running water. My dad told me what it was like to be poor…and what you learned because you had to.You learned
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