If someone had told me I’d be starting over at 47 — soon to be 48 — I would’ve assumed they meant something like a new hairstyle or trying yoga again. Not a full-blown life reset.
Yet here I am, in 2025, flipping the script on what this age is supposed to look like.
I’m finalizing a divorce. Rebuilding a home. Creating new routines with someone who makes me laugh until I can’t breathe. I’ve got backyard projects in the works, beach dreams on the horizon, a shiny new passport on the way, and ideas for my next chapter that feel more me than anything I’ve done before.
Starting over at this age isn’t about reinvention — it’s about rediscovery. I’m not trying to become someone new. I’m peeling back the layers of what life, trauma, relationships, and expectations have piled on… and reconnecting with who I’ve always been underneath it all.
She’s strong. She’s silly. She’s serious when she needs to be — and a little ridiculous when she doesn’t. She loves loud music, quiet mornings, heartfelt connection, and spontaneous fun. She believes in second chances, but only if they come with peace. And she’s not afraid to say no anymore.
So yeah, I’m starting over. But this time, I’m doing it with intention. With joy. With the wisdom of almost 48 years of lived life. And guess what? That makes me feel powerful as hell.
More to come in this “Starting Over” series — because I’ve got a lot to say.
With love and a fresh cup of coffee,
Aunty Christine ☀️🌿💁♀️
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