I recently turned 48.
For years, I wrote annual birthday blog posts – little time capsules of the lessons I was learning (checks notes – my last reflections post was when I turned 46). Somewhere along the way, life got busy, heavy, and complicated, and I stopped. I also misplaced my blogging mojo and, well, blogging changed.
But this year, I felt the pull to write again.
Finding Myself Again
I’ll be honest — this year I’ve wrestled with ageing.
After years of stress (okay, a decade’s worth), I noticed the changes in the mirror – lines around my eyes, muscle that seemed to vanish overnight, and the weight of it all on my face and body.
But here’s what else I’ve noticed since turning 48.
Those lines also tell a different story: a story of laughter, smiling, connection, and joy.
They’re proof of a life lived, not wasted.
And I like the woman who looks back at me now.
I wish younger me had the confidence, knowledge, diagnoses, and self-worth I carry today – but I look at her with kindness, and give her a hug across time.
Rebuilding Strength — Body and Mind
Over the last year, I’ve taken up reformer Pilates and strength training.
My clothes don’t fit quite the same, but my body feels stronger, more capable. It’s both uncomfortable and awesome.
My work has grown, too.
Both sides of my business — ADHD and AuDHD coaching, and marketing — have flourished. I’m lucky to work with the right people, and to make an impact that feels meaningful.
That’s something I don’t take for granted.
Living More Authentically
Personally, I’ve been unmasking more as an AuDHD woman.
It’s a process filled with grief – for the girl and woman I hid away, and for the years spent carrying the exhaustion of masking. But it’s also filled with joy and relief, as I learn to drop the mask in safe spaces and live more authentically.
I’m still learning what that looks like.
Some days it’s messy. Other days, it’s pure freedom.
And despite the hard parts, I’m still choosing joy
Small things. Daily choices.
Walks with Freya, shared laughter with my husband, conversations (and laughs) with clients, and the support of friends and colleagues who boost me up when I need it.
At 48, here’s what I know for sure:
✨ Strength can be rebuilt, even after burnout.
✨ Joy is found in the little things if you look for it.
✨ Authenticity is worth the discomfort it takes to get there.
✨ A good support team makes all the difference.
I don’t know exactly what the next decade holds, but I do know this: I’m looking forward to it – with more strength, more kindness, and more joy.
Here’s to living, laughing, and thriving — one season at a time.
