Your Peace at
Your Pace

Welcome friends! YPYP is non-online* community that inspires women over 40 to find authenticity, security, and joy wherever they are.

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Me.

My 40th year was the most memorable of my life so far. Life, as I knew, changed dramatically. Externally, my life could be characterized by change—I left Bahamas, my country of birth, when I was 18 to train as a missionary. I have gained a lot of experience with cultural diversity from living in various countries. I was constantly stepping out of my comfort zone and achieving things I never dreamed of. When problems arose, I began looking for solutions. I grew so much! The uncomfortable reality is that many of the dreams I fulfilled were not my own. In December 2020, I knew the only next step was to change my life as I knew it and seek out my dreams without feeling guilty about it.

This blog is one of those dreams. Throwing out my thoughts into the metaverse is both spontaneous and familiar. I was 14 when Geocities launched across the World Wide Web, and I immediately created a website. I had my first blog back in 1994, and I did it just because. All these years later, I’m reconnecting…with myself. My relationships mean something new because I’m showing up so differently…so…me.

If any of this speaks to you, hang around and check in once in a while to see what’s new. You’ll be discovering it along with me.

For most of my adult life, I considered myself an introvert due to my preference for not drawing attention to myself and being more reflective than outspoken. I still consider myself an introvert, just not primarily for that reason. Yet, it was this perspective of myself that made the contents of a second grade report card so shocking. I came across it digging through childhood memorabilia at my parents house. I knew I was a good student, chipper, but that I talked excessively? Who was that child?

"Mom! Did I talk as much as (my neice)?" Once she reassured me I wasn't that bad I breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled. At some point I became reacquainted with that free, non-critical voice of a secure child. I didn't realise how much I missed her. I'm back in touch with her and yes, I love to talk. More importantly I have stuff to say that matters.