One of the unexpected joys of getting older is perspective. As I near 60, I find myself looking back over my life not with judgment or regret, but with curiosity and delight. What once felt random now reveals pattern. What felt painful now shows purpose. Piece by piece, the puzzle has been assembling itself all along.
Self-discovery isn’t a straight line—it’s more like wandering through a old beautiful house, discovering rooms and passageways you didn’t know existed. Some doors open early. Others wait patiently until you’re ready. And some remain hidden until you’ve lived enough life to recognize their value.
When I reflect on my journey, I see how perfectly timed the people were. Soul mates arrived in many forms: lovers, friends, teachers, challengers, even those who stayed only briefly. Each played their role with exquisite precision. Some helped me discover my voice. Others helped me claim my power. Still others gently (or not so gently) nudged me toward my passion and purpose.
In my book Living in the Wow, I share some of these moments—times when life cracked me open just enough for wonder to rush in. What amazes me now is how nothing was wasted. Every experience contributed something essential to who I’ve become. Even the detours were scenic in hindsight.
The joy of self-discovery doesn’t come from “figuring it all out.” It comes from realizing there was always an intelligence at work—within us and around us—guiding the process. We are not late. We are not behind. We are exactly where the next piece can be revealed.
Blessing:
May you delight in your own unfolding.
May you recognize the perfection woven through your past, and greet each new discovery with wonder.
And may your puzzle continue to reveal itself in joy, beauty, and awe.