Life, humor me!

If you’d told me a few years ago that post-cancer life would involve battling joint pain, mood swings, and the puffing muffin top, I would’ve asked for more details (as if I’d have more options to choose from). But here we are—me at 40+, having survived cancer, wrestling with my body’s new quirks, and still finding time to learn new skills like riding a scooter , swimming, and—wait for it—starting an online business of office coordination. Sounds wicked right? I know it doesn’t but who cares if you have the guts to start again after going jobless and curing out of cancer. Let’s start with the joint pain. Imagine the feeling of a car that’s been left out in the rain for decades. That’s me, every time I try to stand up. My knees and hips creak like an old wooden door in a horror movie. I’m pretty sure they’re plotting against me. But hey, they can’t stop me. Not when I’ve got a scooter to conquer. You should’ve seen me wobbling down the sidewalk, channeling my inner 8-year-old with a no...

"When the going gets tough, the tough get going" is an age-old saying, but let’s be honest—sometimes, when the going gets tough, the tough get confused and end up taking a nap instead. There’s a certain charm to the idea of “toughness” when faced with adversity. You picture someone like Rocky Balboa , powering through life’s punches with a steely resolve, all while wearing a sweatband and some seriously impressive abs. But let’s face it—when tough times arrive, sometimes all you want to do is order a pizza and hope that somehow, magically, everything works itself out. In reality, the first sign of trouble often sends people into a frenzy of Googling phrases like, “How to be a resilient person” or “What do I do when life feels like a never-ending rollercoaster?” The tough don’t always get going; sometimes, they stand there wondering if maybe it’s better to wait it out from the safety of their sofa or maybe even a good recliner . Even the most "tough" among us can s...

Ah, the big 4-0. It hits you like a ton of bricks, or in my case, like a bag of chips you accidentally finished while watching Netflix. One minute, you’re a carefree 30-something, and the next, your metabolism decides it’s taking a permanent vacation. Yes, I’m talking about that magical age where your body starts turning everything into extra pounds, but your spirit refuses to slow down. At 40, you realize your favorite jeans might now be more "vintage" than "fitting." But, let's be real, who has time to obsess over that when there’s a whole world of exciting things to try? While my hips might be a bit more *generously* proportioned these days, my curiosity and passion for new experiences have expanded to a whole new level. So, while I might need a second (or third) slice of pizza to fuel my next adventure, I’m all about exploring things I never thought I would. Why not take up pottery, even though your hands are more suited for holding snacks than shaping clay?...

 Ah, work-life balance for women in 2025. It’s like the mythical unicorn everyone talks about but no one has actually seen. In theory, it's about juggling work, family, and self-care—but in reality? It’s more like juggling flaming swords while riding a unicycle on a tightrope. Let's start with the idea of "me time." If you manage to find five minutes to breathe and check Instagram without someone asking for a snack, you’ve just unlocked the  self-care achievement  of the year. But don't get too comfortable—your email inbox is a ruthless overlord, waiting to pounce with “urgent” tasks the moment you take a mental vacation. Then there’s the daily circus of working from home. Oh, the sweet, sweet dream of sipping coffee in your pajamas and attending Zoom meetings from your couch. Reality? You’re dodging Legos, managing toddler meltdowns, and pretending you didn’t hear your boss’s 14th email while trying to hide the fact that you haven’t brushed your hair in three day...