Misadventures of a Midlife Beginner

Old dog, new tricks.

Welcome to Slow Folk - a community for gentle hearts and rebellious creatives, thirsty for a slower life in a world obsessed with speed.

These are my notes and reflections from over a decade of life in the Slow Lane. If you’re ready to push back against busy to build a life of purpose and presence-over-perfection - please join me.

Welcome to the Unbusy Revolution.

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One day you wake up and realize, somehow, at some amorphous point in the not-so-distant past, you’ve reached midlife, without even noticing.

My 40s caught me from behind, inexplicably unaware.

Even as I watched my friends and husband celebrate milestones and knew they were entering midlife, my internal sense of self has maintained a persistent, perpetual state of 20-something, struggling to find her way.

But then you wake up one day and realize - you’re not.

You’re not 20-something anymore.

And you’re no longer struggling to find your way.

Struggling at times? Maybe. But lost? Nope.

Instead of the shock and awe of a spectacular midlife crisis - I surprised myself once again. Meeting my 40s didn’t leave me feeling depressed or like my best days were behind me.

Meeting midlife I felt ... Exhilarated. Unburdened. Free.

This struck me all at once as a complete revelation, and also as an obvious, undeniable truth.

I’m nearly 42 now, and there are two thoughts that have occupied me these past years.