Souling #205 From 50 to 51: A Year of Softening, Shedding & Soul Strength

Fifty turned out to be less of a milestone and more of a molting.

I thought I’d feel more settled by now, like I'd arrive at 50 with some badge of wisdom and stability. Instead, life handed me a crash course in the art of surrender.

We moved from our little paradise in the Keys, leaving behind four years of memories, two beloved businesses, and a circle of beautiful friends who knew our rhythms. We landed on the mainland with open hearts and almost no contacts. Just us. A new chapter. A new landscape. A fresh start (again). Turns out, we’re becoming really good at this starting over thing. Letting go. Practicing detachment without disconnecting from the soul of it all.

And while my outer world shifted, so did my inner one.
Menopause mania continued like a surprise guest who overstays their welcome…showing up with hormonal havoc, foggy mornings, and the occasional identity crisis. Add in a physical health relapse that had me laid out for days, and my body has been teaching me (forcefully at times) to move slower, listen more, and release the pressure to perform.

There was also the bittersweet moment of saying see you later to Ryder as he began his next chapter with Paige. I officially became an empty nester, and my heart did that quiet cracking thing that only a mother’s heart understands.

Meanwhile, my business transformed too, another soul shedding. Radiant Vida became Radiant Soul. A rebrand, yes, but really a rebirth. One that asked me to own my truth more fully and lead with the wisdom I’ve earned, not the perfection I’ve chased. It’s not the “I’ve arrived” version. It’s my compass. It’s my soul’s breadcrumb trail back to myself. It’s because I’m trying to leave a light on for myself, and for others, too. This souling shit  is really something! It’s scary. It’s sacred. It’s messy. It’s wildly imperfect.

This year also brought unexpected lessons in relationships. Some connections I thought were rooted deeply simply dissolved. And while that stung, it shone light on the souls who did stay. Who showed up in quiet, beautiful ways. It reminded me that non-attachment doesn’t mean apathy; it means trusting the flow of who’s meant to walk with you now. A lesson I’ve learned time and time again.

Through it all, BQ and I continued to evolve unpacking old default patterns, learning to speak our truths with more grace, more clarity, and fewer assumptions. It's messy sometimes, but it's real. It’s love in motion.

I found a new studio home where sweet, open-hearted humans welcomed me in. I laughed, cried, and wanted to stay in bed, but always landed back on my mat, in my breath, in my body. 

What I’ve learned most of all:

I don’t need to be perfect.
I just need to be present.
Because life isn’t waiting for me to get it all figured out,
it’s unfolding in every moment I choose to stay.

So here I am, 51.
A little softer.
A little stronger.
A lot more me.

And that, my friends, feels like something worth celebrating. 🥂