Happy Sunday afternoon, friends,
How is your day going? Are you making a memory or two, or simply enjoying the sanctuary of your home? However your Sunday looks, I hope it’s as wonderful and gentle as you.
Today has been such a gift for me. John and I woke up to the sunrise lighting up the sky — that soft, cool morning air with just a splash of crisp. I stepped out back to admire my new wind spinner, a sweet surprise from my friend Jan. It’s not just décor; it’s art in motion. Watching those blades twirl around and around is incredibly calming. I didn’t expect to love it as much as I do.
Below are a couple photos.
As I sit here writing this personal note to you, I’m soaking in the warmth of the sun and the slight breeze drifting through the trees. My balcony has become my little writing sanctuary. Off in the distance I can hear laughter on the lake and boats humming by. Lake life at its finest.
After spending some time outside, I came in and got right to decorating for Easter. Can you believe we’re only 14 days away from the bunny making his rounds? This is my first time decorating for Easter in our new home, and it felt good — grounding, even. I still have a few touches left to add, but for now, I’m happy with my progress.
I do think the tree might need a few bigger eggs. What do you think?
Oh — and before I forget — here’s a little something I made last week. YouTube inspired me, as usual. I think it turned out pretty cute.
Now, as my whimsical little Sunday unfolds, I find myself wanting to shift the conversation a bit — to something a touch more personal, a touch more universal.
As I step into this next chapter of my life, I’m growing in so many ways — emotionally, spiritually, creatively — but I’m also getting older. While 57 isn’t “old,” it certainly isn’t young either. I’ve always believed age is just a number, but the numbers don’t lie.
For me, the moment I noticed it was this morning.
I was wearing a tank top, bent over to pick something up, and suddenly… there they were. Wrinkles. Right where my elbow meets my forearm and bicep. They showed up loud and proud, like they wanted to make sure I didn’t miss them.
I lotion up every morning after my shower. I lotion throughout the day. And still — there they were. Whoever told us that moisturized skin wouldn’t wrinkle… well, I’m here to say they were mistaken.
But here’s the thing: I can look at wrinkles as devastation, or I can see them as a passage — a doorway into the next phase of life. And for my own sanity, I’m choosing the latter.
I’m not getting younger. I’m getting older. And that is a privilege not everyone gets.
A Little Midlife Reflection:
Maybe these wrinkles aren’t here to startle me — maybe they’re simply reminders that I’ve lived a full, beautiful, imperfect, extraordinary life. Tiny markers of every season I’ve walked through. Proof that I’ve laughed hard, loved deeply, cried honestly, and kept going even when life asked more of me than I thought I had to give.
And it made me wonder…
When did you first notice that quiet shift — that moment when you realized you were stepping into a new season of life? How did you make peace with it, or even learn to embrace it?
Wherever you are in your own becoming, I hope you’re offering yourself the same tenderness you offer everyone else. We’re all unfolding, slowly and beautifully — one wrinkle, one lesson, one sunrise at a time.
Before I go, I wanted to share something I’ve been using lately. It’s not a miracle worker, but it has helped my skin look a little healthier and more moisturized — and at this stage of life, I’ll take all the healthy glow I can get. If you’re curious, here’s the one I’ve been reaching for:
Gold Bond Age Renew Neck & Chest Firming Cream
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Thank you for spending a little of your Sunday with me.
Wishing you warmth, grace, and a gentle week ahead.
With love,
Dawna— may the butterflies remind you that we are all still becoming
Love Life with Dawna 