I think it’s weird to write about myself in the third-person as if I’m not the one writing this bio, so here I am, in all of my first-person realness, sharing my truth. Instead of attempting to validate myself as a writer by rehashing every project, award or accomplishment over the last twenty or so years, I’m going to ask that you trust me: I am a writer. A good one.
I write to calm the chaos in my mind. In this space, I am writing to document the real-life, real-time journey towards my midlife reinvention, or what I affectionately call, my midlife remix. I recount daily observations and historic shenanigans on my blog, The Remix Journal, as I strive towards a life of my own conscious, intentional, and creative making. The remix is not about a curated glow-up, but the actual work of dismantling a life that no longer serves me…and perhaps, never did. I am remixing my life on purpose.
I write for the woman in the middle of her own messy rebuild. I write for the woman who is quietly starting over without an audience or applause. I write for the woman who is rebuilding after burnout, grief, divorce, depression, or a lifetime of unfulfillment. I write for the woman who feels late, behind, or off-schedule but refuses to acquiesce to the culture anyway. Most of all, I write for women who are done surviving lives they outgrew and are now remixing quietly, deliberately and unapologetically. Join me on my journey here, here and here. Share parts of your own journey here or here. Let’s remix this thing called life together.