02/20/2026
Those who know me know I try to keep this space positive. There is already so much heaviness in the world, and I believe in leading with light. At the same time, it’s important to be real.
The past few weeks—really, the past year—have stretched me emotionally. Grief from the loss of friends and family, the shifts of perimenopause, business overwhelm, family responsibilities, family dynamics, and simply navigating this world as a Black woman… it all adds up. And recently, my body reminded me of that in a very clear way. I’m sitting with my first cold in over seven years—not severe, thankfully—but enough to say, slow down.
A few days ago, I pushed myself hard—four cooking demos in one day, trying to make up for weather delays and a funeral reschedule. My body had been whispering for rest. When I didn’t listen, the universe stepped in and adjusted my schedule for me. For that, I’m actually grateful. I’m resting now. I’m listening. I’m honoring what I need.
As the years add up, I’m also becoming more aware of how frequently death shows up around us. That awareness can feel heavy—but it also sharpens my gratitude for being here, now, in this body.
Which brings me to this week’s reflection.
45 Weeks to 50 🏃🏾♀️
Running Toward My Future
Years ago, after a serious injury, my surgeon told me I would never be able to run again. I didn’t love running at the time, but I remember thinking, I still want the option. And slowly—patiently—I got it back. I even completed a 5K many moons ago.
So yes, at 45 weeks to 50, I’m running into this next chapter—not to prove anything, but to celebrate what my body can do.
Movement at midlife isn’t punishment. It’s partnership.
At 50, I’m choosing:
• Strength over shrinking
• Joy over pressure
• Consistency over perfection
If you’re redefining wellness in this season of your life, please know—you’re not alone. We’re learning, listening, and moving forward together.
