Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
The only way is to embrace one’s age and ask, ‘How can I be relevant? What is my purpose? How can I share my experience, knowledge, and wisdom in a way that helps people?
I don't like to gamble, but the one thing I like to bet on is myself.
Whenever you notice your thoughts detour into attack mode, say out loud or to yourself: Happiness is a choice I make.
Rock and menopause do not mix. It is not good, it sucks and every day I fight it to the death, or, at the very least, not let it take me over.
You are what you settle for.