Hello From the In-Between

Friday, 16 January 2026.

Back in my blissfully unaware but self assured twenties or thirties, I assumed that the distant idea of midlife would no doubt be a time of being settling, of having it all figured out. But fifty-something me seems to have missed that memo.

Currently, I am a walking contradiction. I am a woman of deep faith who prays for a simpler heart, yet somehow still finds herself clicking on almost every sponsored post and ad that comes my way. I am a sojourner, someone hopefully on her way to Heaven and the eternal reward, yet I’ve managed to collect enough handbags to require their own post code.

I’m caught between two homes: the modern one where my delivery driver and I are on a first-name basis, and the birthplace of my parents half a world away, where I somehow feel more “me” than I often do here.

I’m here to write about that gap.

There will be takes on the daily juggle, recipes that taste like my Croatian roots (shoutout to Baba’s juha), and honest confessions from a woman who loves Jesus but still struggles with the “Add to Cart” button.

I don’t have it all figured out. I’ve never met a shopping ban I couldn’t break, refuse to skip Sunday Mass, and am firmly living in between children, grandchildren, and aging parents. If this sounds familiar, you’re in good company.

Welcome to the journey. Try to pack light—we’re just passing through.