Sixty and Soaring: A Love Letter to This Beautiful Chapter

Monday, May 5th, I turn 60.

That sentence alone feels both surreal and sacred. It carries the weight of decades of experiences, growth, laughter, tears, wins, failures, reinventions—and above all, gratitude.

Turning 60 isn’t just a milestone. It’s a marker of wisdom hard-earned, of lessons that could only come with time. It’s the proof that I’ve not only survived but thrived, again and again, in ways my younger self never could have imagined.

At 30, I was well into motherhood, my first business, and saying yes to anything and everything - unaware of so much.

At 40, I began to realize life was more about becoming than achieving, but it took me most of that decade to fully embody that understanding.

At 50, I learned I had to let go of what no longer served me and step into reacquainting myself with me. That meant extraordinary amounts of forgiveness, love and growth.

And now, at 60, I feel the most me I’ve ever been.

I’ve learned to:

• Say yes to the things that matter—and no without guilt.

• Love myself fully, flaws and all.

• Walk in faith, not fear.

• Laugh more. Worry less.

• Trust the timing of my life.

I became a wife to my soulmate Mark 483 days ago. I will be a Grammie in the next 30 days, and my 3 kids are happy, healthy and thriving with amazing people in their lives. I’ve realigned my business with my values and purpose. Wow - SO grateful!

I am not slowing down. I’m not shrinking. I’m not fading into the background. I’m just getting started—wiser, bolder, more radiant than ever before.

So today, I celebrate the woman I’ve become—and the one I’m still becoming.

To those who’ve walked beside me: thank you. To those I’ve yet to meet on this journey: I can’t wait.

Here’s to 60. Here’s to joy. Here’s to freedom, purpose, and living fully awake.

Let’s go.