Good morning from New York City the place the solar is shining, the streets are freezing and the place I, your esteemed correspondent, is laying in her mattress, gripping her oat milk latte prefer it’s a life raft.
Completely excessive as a kite.
I promise, that wasn’t on the schedule.
It had began properly—the peerlessly packed brief work journey. I used to be prepared.
My life would look, as soon as once more, like one among these motion pictures I used to be dreaming about once I was younger—Working Girl, Baby Boom, and, all the time, Sex & The City. I used to be right here to rejoice a lady and a model I like, life was a romance, this may all be part of my come again story, and I might write about it from my shiny resort room overlooking Manhattan.
It virtually went as deliberate. But earlier than I inform you about what occurred, let’s pause on one thing I’ve been eager about lots currently: What does it really feel like to leap again into your profession at fifty?
Here are some impressions.
And a couple of classes.
Get prepared for some WISDOM.