Perimenopause, life storms, and the alphabet soup of problems — they’re all in the pot. Spicy,  sometimes overwhelming. I never liked spicy food, but here I am, eating from the same pot life keeps stirringfor me

Some people dream of building their own empire.
Some love to orbit the powerful, willing to sacrifice parts of themselves just to stay close to the throne.

I yearn for different things.
A quiet life.
Strolling by a lake.
Reading books and napping at the same time.
Drinking plenty of hot black tea, no sugar.
Running three times a week, like clockwork.

I’m not ambitious in the workplace.
But I’m ambitious about training my mind and body — to be calm, peaceful, and strong enough to walk through the day with grace.

Yes, I still work my forty hours — sixty, if you count the commute, the preparation, the everyday stress — inside someone else’s empire.
But even that has its beauty.
The beauty of knowing this isn’t forever.
The beauty of knowing I can still sit at the table, hold the spoon, and choose how I taste what life serves.

Unapologetic. Adaptive. Still here. Still me.

Karin Sabrina