Sixty One

Tonight, at midnight, I officially turned 61.

Well… technically I wasn’t born until 5:22 PM.
But there’s something about midnight that feels symbolic… I imagine it as standing at the precipice of a new year of life, quietly looking out over everything behind me… and everything still waiting ahead.

This past year held grief, caregiving, healing, horses, hard conversations, sacred pauses, laughter, exhaustion, growth, and moments of unmistakable grace.

And somewhere along the way, I stopped trying so hard to become someone else and started walking myself home.

Tonight also happens to mark something else:
the quiet beginning of Sacred Strides Healing online.

And honestly… I’m a little surprised I’m still awake for it.

But this does feel momentous.

Not because of a website alone, but because of what it represents.

A lifelong longing.
A hard-won becoming.
A sacred space I’ve been walking toward for years, even when I didn’t fully realize it.

A website.
A journal.
A small sacred space built from real life, muddy boots, healing conversations, hope, and the belief that we do not have to walk alone.

At 61, I don’t feel anywhere near done.

I feel like I’m finally arriving to me.

Less proving.
More becoming.

Less rushing.
More walking alongside.

One sacred stride at a time.

~ Teresa