After a difficult start to the year following my dad’s death, the past month has felt like a quiet return to real life. Work, routines, and small signs of spring slowly finding their way back.
I’ve just come back from the UK after my Dad’s funeral, and I find myself in a quieter, more open season than I expected. Staying alone in a hotel, returning to France, and navigating perimenopause has given me space to reflect on where I am in midlife, and where I’m not rushing to be.
Sometimes life stacks several heavy things together, and the achievement isn’t growth or insight – it’s getting through the season without collapsing under the weight of it.