I didn’t walk away from a disaster.

I walked away from a life that looked perfectly fine - on paper.

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A long-term marriage.

A home full of everything I thought I was supposed to want.

Security and predictability.

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But inside, something had shifted.
It was quiet at first - just a whisper. A restlessness. A sense that I was going through the motions of a life that no longer fit.

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For years, I’d ignored my intuition. I’d overridden that inner voice with logic, obligation, and what everyone else needed from me.

But midlife brought a kind of reckoning - and a quiet rebellion.

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I started paying attention.

To the dull ache of disconnection in my marriage.
To the exhaustion of trying to fix myself with another diet.
To the part of me that wanted more — more joy, more truth, more me.

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So I did the unthinkable.

I left a "perfectly fine" marriage.

I stopped chasing weight loss and started listening to my body with compassion.

I peeled back the layers of who I had been told to be, and got curious about who I really was.

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In my late 40s, I entered the dating world with shaky confidence and an open heart. 
And to my own surprise, I found love after 50 - the kind rooted in honesty, freedom, and mutual growth.

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But even more importantly, I fell in love with myself.

Not the version who had it all together - but the one who had the courage to break her own rules and begin again.

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Now, I live guided by intuition instead of expectations.

I choose alignment over approval.

And I show up — fully, boldly, and unapologetically — as a Midlife Rebel.

Because this chapter?
It’s not a crisis.
It’s the most powerful one yet.