What a POWERFUL description of self. I absolutely love it. "Professional Threshold Crosser, Recovering Good Girl, Story Midwife to the Midlife Heroine in You"
Wonderful story, LM! As I have hit midlife, I want more to be in one places, and yet I am traveling more. Need to see kids, parents, friends, places....but how to keep the garden alive? And more to the point...I want to keep the garden alive. Just thinking....thank you
This piece is a masterclass in midlife reinvention—your ‘elsewhere’ isn’t escapism, but the necessary distance to finally see yourself clearly. The way you frame dislocation as revelation (those postcards read like love letters to the self you forgot existed) is the antidote to every ‘where did the time go?’ panic. A manifesto for becoming wherever you land.
I didn’t realize how much I needed this until I read it.
Midlife has felt like such a strange, uncharted elsewhere for me—queer, late-diagnosed, post-divorce, holding both grief and curiosity in the same breath. Reading this made me feel a little less alone in that in-between space.
I subscribed because this voice makes room for all of it—without rushing the process or pretending it’s tidy.
I think about home as a construct frequently. Where is home, what is home, how did I get here?
I admire your ability to live with itchy feet. The term is new to me, but the idea is not. For me, I can’t be away from my books for any real length of time. And moving house with nearly 1000 of them is not practical.
What I like the most about this post is the sense of finding a home, but still moving about, knowing your teal door stays put, ready for you to return.
What a POWERFUL description of self. I absolutely love it. "Professional Threshold Crosser, Recovering Good Girl, Story Midwife to the Midlife Heroine in You"
Thanks, Jessie! My soul motto.
Wonderful story, LM! As I have hit midlife, I want more to be in one places, and yet I am traveling more. Need to see kids, parents, friends, places....but how to keep the garden alive? And more to the point...I want to keep the garden alive. Just thinking....thank you
It doesn't take much to keep a grade alive in Scotland. The rain takes care of that for me
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This piece is a masterclass in midlife reinvention—your ‘elsewhere’ isn’t escapism, but the necessary distance to finally see yourself clearly. The way you frame dislocation as revelation (those postcards read like love letters to the self you forgot existed) is the antidote to every ‘where did the time go?’ panic. A manifesto for becoming wherever you land.
Thanks Anton. You hit the nail on the head. A new becoming is part of every landing.
I didn’t realize how much I needed this until I read it.
Midlife has felt like such a strange, uncharted elsewhere for me—queer, late-diagnosed, post-divorce, holding both grief and curiosity in the same breath. Reading this made me feel a little less alone in that in-between space.
I subscribed because this voice makes room for all of it—without rushing the process or pretending it’s tidy.
You're not alone, Kelly. You're amongst the heroines. We are all seeking. 🤗
I think about home as a construct frequently. Where is home, what is home, how did I get here?
I admire your ability to live with itchy feet. The term is new to me, but the idea is not. For me, I can’t be away from my books for any real length of time. And moving house with nearly 1000 of them is not practical.
What I like the most about this post is the sense of finding a home, but still moving about, knowing your teal door stays put, ready for you to return.
This was me until the invention of the kindle. We don't like Amazon, but being able to carry 1,000 books in your pocket is a miracle.