It was my birthday last week and it was a “big” one … I turned 50!

Each decade I’ve moved through has had its own unique flavour and tone.

At fifty, there’s a lovely feeling of deepening and settling in. I trust myself more, and there’s an inner steadiness that keeps growing. I know what matters, what’s worth my energy, and what’s not. There’s such freedom in that. A lightness. Not because life is without struggle, but because how I view and engage with hard moments now is different—and that changes everything.

Quiet moments are what call to me most now. Instead of a big party this year, I have a series of intimate connections planned with people I cherish and adore.

I feel deeply blessed to be surrounded by so much love. It’s everywhere, and there are so many expressions of it to be touched by and grateful for daily.

One thing I truly appreciate about this decade is the confidence to express and share love. I greet and sign off with “I love you” regularly with friends, and it’s the best.

I love feeling comfortable being vulnerable…even when it’s uncomfortable. I love how it feels to hold and share tender space with others and be open-hearted together.

I find comfort in simplicity. There’s still the familiar pull of old conditioning and habit patterns, but I see them now with more clarity and, most importantly, with so much more kindness and gentleness.

Here’s to fifty. Here’s to what comes next.