MIDLIFE MUSINGS AND MAYHEM Podcast

This week felt unreal…

Gaza continues to be erased with clinical precision. The term "asylum" is now a branding strategy. Climate denial is being greenwashed with yacht fuel. And somewhere between Diddy’s trial, TikTok farmers, and billionaires trying to trademark culture, I caught myself looking up plots of land somewhere HOT wondering if it’s time to raise pot bellied ,goats and lean all the way into my midlife exit fantasy. I am...

Zagging is for the masses—this is for the ones who see through the noise.

There’s so much freedom in not doing what everyone else is doing—especially in midlife, when society politely suggests you fade away respectfully.

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I f*****g can’t. NOPE. Even when I try, my subconscious throws a si...

Outgrowing Old Realities & Whispering New Truths

It’s wild, isn’t it?

When your favourite piece of clothing—the one that once made you feel unstoppable—still fits, technically… but it just doesn’t feel right anymore. It pinches in places you didn’t notice before. It clings where you now crave softness.  You suddenly realise: maybe it’s not the fabric that changed, maybe it’s you who’s changed.

That’s where I’m at. Growing out of old d...

With the Met Gala looming (prepare your feeds for chaos), American Vogue has dropped its May 2025 covers. The spotlight? The co-chairs of this year’s exhibit, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style—a celebration of Black dandyism in all its unapologetic, swagger-filled glory. Pharrell Williams, A$AP Rocky, Lewis Hamilton, and Colman Domingo all bringing their own delicious flavours to the table.

Pharrell, forever the boundary-pusher, didn...

You ever find yourself at a dinner party, rooftop thing, or some kind of “cool” gathering—and suddenly, a song comes on that everyone else is belting out like it’s their national anthem?

But You’re standing there with the confidence of a girl who thought she was cool and just stood there  mouthing along like a malfunctioning animatronic, praying nobody notices.

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I Don’t Sleep Well in Strange Places...and no, it’s not just because my back has beef with anything that isn’t memory foam.

Chimamanda said something the other day that hit me right in the sleep-deprived feels. I’ve been away from home the past three weeks, living out of suitcases, hopping between spare rooms and guest beds. Every place I laid my head? Technically lovely — crisp sheets, memory foam, even a rogue goose-down pillow in...

Hello,

Spring has a way of ripping us out of our fog and daring us to feel something again, doesn’t it? One minute, you’re ravaged by doubts, and the occasional existential crisis. The next, you’re standing outside, letting the sun flirt with your skin at a polite 18 degrees, and something inside you beginning to click.

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Music. The healer. The time machine. The therapist I never paid but always showed up.

Lately, I’ve been leaning all the way in to the healing power of music. Not the trendy stuff that clogs up your algorithm, but the real stuff—the kind that moves through your bones and gently reminds you who you used to be, who you are now, and sometimes, who you’re still becoming.

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Ever had one of those moments where you realise the way you see yourself is wildly different from how others see you? Like, you think you're exuding "boss energy," but the office whisper network has you down as "a bit scary"? Or you see yourself as a friendly, approachable leader, yet your team secretly describes you as "efficient but terrifying"?

I recently took one of those cognitive assessment tests for a job, and let me tell you...

You know that moment when you see something so ridiculous, so absurd, that you have to pause and wonder if you’ve finally crossed the line from peri-menopausal brain fog into full-blown hallucination? That was me the other day — staring at old clips of Trump in court, looking like a malfunctioning Sims character whose user left the game running too long. Then I realised that episode, though early last year now seems like it happene...

Ring, ring, ring—that’s my phone doing its thing, and guess what? I’m not picking up. There’s something incredibly satisfying about letting it ring. After a lifetime of feeling like I had to be available 24/7, I now just glance at the screen, see who it is, and let it slide into voicemail oblivion.

I’ve learned that not every call needs an immediate answer and not every text demands a quick reply. It’s a deliberate act of self-care ...

Every Sunday for the last few months, my husband and I have taken long walks—sometimes two or three hours—through parks, nature reserves, or just around our little town. We talk about everything and nothing: life, work, the household, how we feel, what we’re reading, our plans for the week ahead. We’ve named it ‘Promenade Therapy,’ though it turns out we didn’t invent the concept. Walking and talking has long been a known form of t...

In time for Valentine’s Day, I’m sending big LOVE and support to everyone who LOVES love but, for some reason, doesn’t have it right now. Though I’m married and in LOVE—I FEEL YOU, and I’m with you. Don’t give up hope… maybe just switch it up a little?

This is my first podcast on this platform so be gentle with me. xoxo