Tag: My Life
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60+| When Communication Doesn’t Connect. Love On The Spectrum
✨ When Communication Doesn’t Connect: What Loving Someone on the Spectrum Taught Me About Understanding and Letting Go There was a time in my life when I found myself in a relationship that, from the outside, made sense — we had shared interests, mutual respect, and worked together creatively. But behind the scenes, something always felt…
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60+|H&W|Returning to Calm: Finding Peace in Familiar Spaces
Today was a good day. I found myself back in the Cerebrovascular (CV) clinic—a space I hadn’t worked in regularly for over a year. I used to love being here. Back then, it felt like my home base: steady, calm, and familiar. Over time, I shifted into the bustling world of Neurosurgery Complex Spine. The…
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Being Seen, Heard & Connected: Reflections at 65 |Sharing My Tho
Now that I’ve been blessed to see 65 years of age, I find myself reflecting on what I’d like to experience next in this journey of mine. One of my favorite nurses—a trusted colleague and confidant—recently told me, “You still have many more years to bless others with your presence. You shine so bright.” Her…
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🌻 65 and Thriving: A New Chapter Unfolds
Bold like the leopard. Bright like the sunflower. Steady like the flame. 🎉 A Birthday Reflection Today, I stepped into a new chapter of life… I turned 65. Unlike a big, flashy celebration, today was just how I like it—simple, thoughtful, and full of quiet joy. A lowkey day that filled my heart in the…
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Blog Challenge|60+|What Am I An Authority On
On what subject(s) are you an authority? “The Subjects I Know by Heart: A Life Lived in Service, Survival & Soul” As I step into my 65th year, I find myself reflecting on the question: What am I an authority on? Truth is, I’ve never chased titles. I’ve lived a life rooted in service, healing,…
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60+|Getting My Groove Back (no, not like Stella)
Getting My Groove Back: Coffee, Cats & Plotting My Next Chapter This morning, Ghini (short for Lamborghini) and I are posted up by the front window. He’s lounging high on her perch like the pretty boy he is, while I sip on coffee that’s still too hot to drink. The air is crisp, the birds…

