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I’ve sat back and watched a Remarkable Sister step into a new season, boldly, selflessly, and with so much grace. As I’ve watched her life through social media, I’ve seen her accept a new role. Her husband, with quiet strength, gave up the business he built from the ground up so they could move closer to her family. Together, they chose a new beginning.

And as I watched her pack up her life and lean into something unknown, I couldn’t help but reflect. Not just on her courage, but on mine. I’ll be turning 50 in a few months, and that number hits different. It’s not just another birthday. It’s a milestone that makes you pause and ask the deeper questions.

What have I done with this life? What still matters? What’s next for me?

I’ve lived a lot of life. I’ve fought through storms, rebuilt from rubble, loved deeply, lost painfully, and kept going when it would’ve been easier to quit. But something about turning 50 makes you think. Not about how much time has passed, but how much life is still left to live. What do I want it to look like?

She didn’t move because it was easy. She moved because it was right. And maybe that’s the nudge I needed to remember that change doesn’t always come with clarity. Sometimes it just starts with a feeling. A knowing. A pull.

I’m not sure what’s next. But I’m listening. I’m watching. And I’m realizing that maybe this in-between space isn’t empty. It’s sacred. A place of preparation. Of stirring. Of becoming.

And maybe my next chapter isn’t waiting on a plan.

Maybe it’s waiting on me.

Thank you https://www.facebook.com/share/1AX9NPN7KT/?mibextid=wwXIfr for your sisterhood!