Fire Horse Year
Today marks the beginning of a new cycle.
I will be sixty in June. The next Fire Horse year will not come again in my lifetime.
So this one matters.
This year I am consciously designing a life I can retire to, not from.
I am single. Independent. Still navigating autoimmune, thyroid and gynae investigations. Real life. Real body. No performance.
This is the beginning of documenting that journey.
Not as reinvention.
As refinement.
