02/03/2026
This winter has been about searching for joy. ✨️
At the beginning of January, I lost my granny. 💔
Grief has a way of quietly changing the texture of everything—especially in winter, when the days are already short and the world feels a little dimmer.
Instead of forcing myself to “be okay,” I made a gentle promise: look for light where I could find it.
For me, that’s been downhill skiing.
Something I’ve always wanted to try.
Something I felt I was maybe "too old" go learn...
A little scary, a little thrilling, and completely absorbing.
Cold air, focused breath, sore legs, and moments of complete presence. And guess what?! I learned that I wasn't "too old" afterall.
Starting a new habit—especially one that demands you to be in the moment—has added unexpected joy and passion to an otherwise heavy season. It hasn’t erased the grief, but it has softened the edges.
This is your reminder that joy doesn’t have to be loud or perfect.
Sometimes it looks like learning something new.
Sometimes it looks like moving your body in a way that makes you feel alive again.
Here’s to finding small lights in dark seasons 🤍⛷️
P.s. in the last few months of her 92 years of life, my granny learned how to pedal a stationary bike...a reminder you are never "too old" to learn something new! If she could do it, so can the rest of us! ❤️