Michele HeffronHer little kitty-cat nose was inches from my face, sniffing me with the kind of bold familiarity usually reserved for people who actually know each other. I lay there, motionless, staring at the ceiling, running through my options.
Michele HeffronToday I turn 65, and in my little world, it's a big day. Some people forget their birthdays or feel they're pointless. Not me. My birthday has always felt special, even when the universe didn't exactly agree.
Michele HeffronI had a meltdown last week. Not a little one either. The full 3 a.m., staring-at-the-ceiling, what-have-I-done kind that makes you question every choice you've made in the past six months. Here's what happened. I made this beautiful, brave decision to put all my belongings in storage and step into what I've been calling my "2026 Adventure." Exciting, right? Liberating. A leap into whatever comes next.
Michele HeffronThere was a coat. An enormous, terrible blue parka that one of my dearest friends wore like armor during the worst season of her life. I didn't understand it then—why someone so glamorous would choose to look so... intentionally awful.
Michele HeffronMy inner voice wouldn't shut up about this one. 2025 was the year of the Snake—teaching us to shed what's grown too tight. For me, that meant letting go of my beloved home of six years.
To return to love.
And to live the life you’ve quietly dreamed of, with courage and grace.
