My journey as a 3rd Act Gypsy had been years in the planning but officially began in 2015 when I volunteered to be laid off from my Corporate World job. I bought a one-way ticket to Barcelona with the intent to discover my own voice and share my travel adventures through my blog.
Over time, it has become so much more as I deepen the discovery and exploration of life after the 9-5 routine.
Today, I dedicate this space to current and future 3rdAct Gypsies. Through my reflections, foibles and experiences, it is my sincere hope to inspire you to discover your own unique path and plan for your 3rd Act.
If you are entering this phase or beginning to think about it, welcome. More than anything, I look forward to hearing from, and learning from, all of you that join this community. Let’s hit the road and see what life has in store for us!
Life-Quakes & the Little Red Chicken
It’s been seven years since I started this blog. At the time, I had no idea where it would lead. I just knew I’d started
Wows, Vows & Kapows
Origins of a Word Nerd I had a high school English teacher that was young, cute and desperate to do well in what I’m pretty
Mama’s Lost Her Zen
It’s Mother’s Day weekend and I have to be honest; Mama’s lost her Zen. Compounding Events Events during the Trump years brought me to edges
Love Flows Both Ways
This week marks my two-year anniversary of adopting Oliver, my Covid kitty. He spent the first days of our new life together cowering behind the
My cousin Lisa and I were at the tail end of a two-week trip to Italy. It was our first trip to Europe and we’d
Last month, I talked about following your energy bread crumbs as a way to become aware of people, places, and activities that replenish your energy,
The holidays are over. Covid continues to loom. Life is still wonky. And I’m in hibernation mode. I rebel against societal pressure to create resolutions
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My Year Without an Oven
My oven broke right before Thanksgiving last year. It was so old the repairman couldn’t fix it, which didn’t really bother me. I wasn’t hosting