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Hello Reader, Let’s be honest… Easter isn’t always just soft music, pastel dresses, and perfectly arranged brunch tables. Sometimes it’s: Sound familiar? 😄 Here’s your gentle, real-life Easter reminder: You don’t need a full glow-up. You just need a moment. A tiny pause to ask: ✨ What’s been draining me lately? Because this season? It’s not about reinventing your whole life overnight… (And yes, that can absolutely happen between bites of a chocolate bunny. 🐇🍫) So this weekend, somewhere between the chaos and the candy… Happy Easter — may it be messy, meaningful, and maybe just a little magical! 💕 Bubbles Up! P.S. If hiding from everyone in the bathroom counts as “self-care”… we’re officially thriving.😆 |
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Hello Reader, Last week I hit send on the letter I'd been working up to for months— the one about the body and brain being a transition, too, and what I've been quietly studying. And the replies started landing in my inbox. I want to share a few of the things I'm hearing back. Partly because they made me smile, partly because they made me think, and partly because they might be the nudge you need to hit reply if my last letter is still sitting open in another tab. In case you missed it, the...
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Hello Reader, A couple of weeks ago I asked you what transition you were in the middle of. Your replies wrecked me in the best way — career pivots, empty nests, aging parents, marriages being rebuilt. And a remarkable number of women wrote some version of the same sentence: "Honestly? It's my body. I don't recognize my energy anymore." I want to sit with that one for a minute, because it's the transition I hear named out loud the least and lived through the most. Here's something I didn't...