Divorce wasn’t the end of my story, but it was the moment I had to stop living on autopilot. I grieved the time I invested, the future I imagined, and the version of myself who tried to make everything work at her own expense. What followed was clarity and clarity created space. Space to reflect, to tell the truth, and to listen to what I needed instead of what I’d been trained to prioritize. I soon realized that not only was reinvention possible but a transition into my authentic self. Reinvention didn’t mean starting over from scratch. It meant reclaiming myself with honesty. Learning who I was outside of roles, expectations, and survival mode. Letting go of urgency and choosing alignment instead. This is the work I support others through now—holding space for reflection, grief, and rebuilding without pressure to rush or reinvent perfectly. Midlife isn’t a crisis. It’s an invitation to live the next chapter with intention