Not because I’m waiting for permission, or the right circumstances, or someone else to catch up—but because I’m choosing life while I’m still fit, still able, and still here.

I’m making plans for healthy adventures with my family. Real ones. The kind that matter. I want to enjoy my children and truly be present with my grandchildren—not someday, not when it’s convenient, but now. I want to watch them grow, flourish, discover who they are, and know they were loved loudly and fully.

There will be underwater adventures. Riding again. Competitions. Movement. Laughter. Mud on boots. Salt on skin. Joy in the body. I’ve missed so much time already—and I refuse to miss what remains.

After 20 years, I’m getting back in the saddle. Not to prove anything to anyone, but to reclaim the parts of myself that were put on hold. The passions. The strength. The woman who loves doing hard, beautiful, exhilarating things.

This chapter is about family first.
Not obligation—connection.
Not sacrifice—shared joy.

I’m done postponing life.
I’m done waiting for “later.”

This is me embracing what time I have left—fully, fiercely, and with love.

Next year isn’t just different.
It’s intentional.