The Midlife Butterfly Journal

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As we move toward Christmas Eve, I find myself back in Australia, but not in a place that feels like home yet. I’m watching a different community prepare for the holidays, smaller an...

Beginning again in midlife is not a clean, painless journey.

You see the beauty and you feel the discomfort.
Two sides revealing themselves at once and eventually, you learn how to breathe between the...

Have you ever had a moment where you didn’t have the answers yet… but your whole body knew something had shifted?

As I sat on that ferry to Salerno watching the beautiful pink full moon rise behind t...

You know those mornings when you wake after a storm, the air feels fresh, there’s a little mess all around, but somehow everything feels lighter?

That was me after those forty-eight hours.

Sti...

 Have you ever gone on a trip to escape, only to discover it was never about the place at all?

I arrived in Italy full of energy… well, I thought so anyway.
Naples had filled me with that rush of poss...

Have you ever met a lifelong friend in a tree? I have. 🌳

Her name was Kerry, and we were both in China. The pine scratched our arms; the heat, the crowds, the noise — all for Confucius’ birthday. And...

Did you go backpacking at 18 or in your 20s? Or maybe you missed out? For many, that adventure is almost expected — a rite of passage before university or starting a career. That “gap year” is cele...

At 54, I’ve learned that time is a bit of a trickster, you can’t quite catch the pace it feels.

Tik tok.
It sometimes feels like it speeds up, other times it feels like it has slowed down. But, did y...

Call me crazy, but honestly — there are moments on the road, and in life, when you just know you’re being guided.

Not something like a perfectly timed shooting star… though that sounds pretty cool......

There’s a kind of magic in the women we meet on the road.
They may begin with a casual hello, but then something deeper happens — you move from surface-level chats to real, open-hearted conversations....

 Some may call me selfish for my wanderings, but when I’m out on my own, there’s a peace it brings me. I’m not even consciously seeking it… but eventually, it arrives. Maybe it’s because the noise has...

I’ve landed in Morocco.

I’ve been here a week — and something in me has already loosened.
I’m already into the vibe here, and I’ve got the biggest smile on my face.
Changing countries, routines, and ...