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!
Crushing on Life
It’s a couple of weeks since Valentine’s Day, however I’m of the belief that any time I can ruminate about love, it’s a good day.
New Year, New Perspective
I believe changing perspective, every once in a while, is like a good slap upside the head – quite necessary and oddly reassuring. So, on
Lessons in Shopping
I know shopping online is all the rage these days. I get it. It’s convenient, easy and can be transacted while in bunny slippers and
It’s a Sign: Looking for Local Loos
Note: While I started this blog as a light-hearted reflection on signs, the definition of gender has once again risen to a political debate. So,
When I Just Need the Pieces to Fit
I have a table designed specifically for jigsaw puzzling. I won it years ago, quite by happenstance, at a silent auction benefiting autism. My intent
Hitting a Grand Slam with My Dad
My dad didn’t go to church. He drove us every Sunday, dropped us off and faithfully picked us up. But he never attended. He opted
Only in Canada!
Last summer I had the opportunity to attend a family wedding in the Toronto area. It was a godsend in many ways as I was
The Importance of (Nick)names
I grew up spelling my name. Every first day of school, I would sit in class with my heart beating out of my chest and
It’s a Sign: 50 Years Later
In the continuing and occasional series around my fixation with signs, this one highlights the Summer of Love exhibit in San Francisco last year. Wandering