As I turn 53 this week, I’ve found myself reflecting on the year that was - on the lessons, surprises, struggles, and sweet spots. In the spirit of marking the moment, I’ve gathered ten things I’ve learnt this year - some hard-won, some funny, all deeply honest.
1. When you lose your soul-dog, have something waiting in the wings.
After saying goodbye to my beloved Wilson, I found myself needing something new to pour my heart into. Enter: cycling. A beautiful distraction, a healing focus, and a new source of joy and strength.
2. You are almost always more capable than you think.
A year ago, I started Pilates, fully expecting it to continue to bring on post-exercise malaise, following years of CFS. It didn’t. Slowly but surely, I rebuilt. Today, I’m stronger, more stable, and feeling better than I have in years.
3. The magic is in the baby steps.
Not the dramatic overhauls, not the 30-day challenges. Just gentle, consistent, doable little steps.
4. You can laugh and grieve at the same time.
Hardship and joy don’t cancel each other out - they can coexist. And when they do, it’s strangely comforting.
5. Doctors aren’t always right. Your body is worth listening to.
My GP didn’t think I “needed” HRT. But I knew something wasn’t right - crippling anxiety, weepiness, rage, brain fog. I advocated for myself and feel so much more me again.
6. Inbox zero is not a myth - it’s a lifestyle.
And frankly, it’s one of the most underrated forms of therapy.
7. A shared passion is a beautiful glue.
Cycling has brought Andrew and me even closer - it’s quality time, mutual motivation, and a shared love that’s now a weekend ritual.
8. I’m more introverted than I realised - and that’s okay.
I’ve learnt to fiercely protect my solo time. It recharges me. It’s not selfish, it’s essential.
9. Clothes that feel soft and comforting are non-negotiable.
Gone are the days of itchy jumpers and waistbands that dig in. Give me buttery soft knits, gentle elastic, and toppers that hug without fuss.
10. We don’t have to do it all to make progress.
Some weeks I ride 150km. Some weeks I don’t ride at all. But I’m still showing up. Still moving forward. Still building the life I want - just at a pace that honours where I’m at.
These are just a handful of the lessons that have stayed with me this year - but perhaps something here speaks to you too. If so, I’d love to hear it. Leave a comment below or reach out - I always love connecting over the real stuff.
