Reel Talk and Binge Babble

I’ve spent most of my life trying to figure out who I’m supposed to be, only to realize I was never meant to fit into one box in the first place. I’m 38, a recent college graduate, a mom of three, a partner, a woman in transition, and someone who’s finally admitting that I want more — even if I don’t know exactly what “more” looks like yet. Life is good in many ways. My family is healthy, and even with the challenges we’re facing — like my boyfriend’s mom recovering from a stroke — we’re hopeful. I’m grateful for what I have. But gratitude doesn’t erase that quiet tug inside me, the one that whispers that I’m meant to grow beyond the version of myself I’ve been. Stepping Into a New Chapter I’ve worked in retail for years, and now I’m stepping into a new chapter without a clear map. I’m shedding old versions of myself, not because they were wrong, but because they don’t align with the woman I’m becoming. I never cared much about marriage before, and now it’s on my mind. I never knew...