Writing through midlife, healing, reinvention, and the courage to stay present.

I think it was 2012. Don’t hold me to it — but it was close.

I had just turned 30 and fallen in love with the idea of blogging. I opened my laptop and started teaching myself how to use Blogger. Then I tried to teach myself WordPress. I was overwhelmed by themes, plugins, formatting — all I wanted to do was write.

The name OhMy30 popped into my mind. I was 30 and a new decade of life was before me. I was shocked by turning 30 as though somehow I expected myself to have all of life figured out by 30.

I was a woman on a mission. I was also a woman who could not stop thinking about the future. What happens when I turn 40? 55? What will this blog become? Where is this blog going?

I have always had this habit of letting the future steal the joy of the present. That pattern has followed me most of my life.

I remember when my Grandma Jacobs came to visit when I was little. I could hardly enjoy her being there because I was already anticipating when she would leave. Not because I wanted her to go — but because I was worried about what came next. I knew the day would come that she would go back home and that made me sad.

Forecasting the future, taking the present. I even offended her by asking, “So when are you going home?” (sorry Grandma) Even as a child, I was bracing for the ending before I fully stepped into the moment.

I blogged from 2012 until around 2016. I changed blog names and themes obsessively. My blog The Every Day Mix was born somewhere along the way. It was truly a time to be alive. Somewhere along the way, writing started to feel performative. Influencer culture was rising, and sharing began to feel performative instead of sincere. It felt inauthentic — so I stopped. But I didn’t stop building.

I taught myself website design. I went to work in higher education. My “side gig” of blogging evolved into self-employment in digital marketing and website design.

Writing turned into strategy. Creativity turned into service. And I became very good at being creative for other people.

Now it’s 2026.

I’ve been fighting the urge to write personally again for a while. I’ve tried scratching the itch by writing newsletters for my company, and that helps — but it’s not the same.

I have so much to share.

I’ve battled a rare form of cancer.
I’ve restarted my life in more ways than one.
I’ve faced mental health struggles head on.
I’ve aged another decade.

And somewhere along the way, life became even more beautiful, scary, and uncertain - but beautiful. So here I am.

Except this time, I’m not going to let fear of where this is going stop me from beginning. I’m not going to let perfectionism tell me I need the full vision before I can enjoy the process.

I don’t know what this blog will become. I just know I want to write. Maybe wisdom is finally taking form inside me. Turning 43 feels different than turning 30. Maybe I’m finally ready to live in the moment instead of preparing for its ending. Whatever it is — I’m here.

Welcome.