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!
Bumps, Humps & Lumps: My Road to Slowing the F*&# Down
I was a timid driver at 16. I remember driving into the neighborhood strip mall and not being able to get the car over the
Just Say “Yes”
It often takes more courage to contemplate a “yes,” than live with an automatic “no.” What can you say yes to today? How often in
Election Aftermath
It’s been 72 hours since Donald Trump was elected the 45th President of the United States and I’m still a goopy mess. My stomach hurts,
What Colour is Your Empty Nest?
It’s that time of year when parents are taking their children to college for the first time. It’s a time of transition that is exciting
Travel makes my feet sore and my heart soar
The cobblestone streets of old world European cities, days of touring their glorious museums, hours of transport dependent solely on your delicate soles and the
Operation Snagglepuss
When I was in my mid-40s, I began to think about the next stage of my life. My boys were approaching or in college, my
The Playlist of My Life
My first teenage love was a musician and with that sweet, innocent duet, the playlist of my life began. I was in a folk group
Scottsdale in the Spring
I moved to Scottsdale when I was 9 years old and although I left to attend graduate school in California, this desert city is still
The Pickup
As I was planning the logistics to and from the airport for my trip to Scottsdale, I was reminded of a story that happened a