Hello, hello, hello!
Yes, I’m shouting into the void — a glorious internet vacuum where no one will probably ever read this… and you know what? I’m totally fine with that. But if you did happen to stumble upon this tiny corner of the web, congratulations! You’ve won… absolutely nothing. Except maybe a front-row seat to my midlife unfiltered thoughts and a website with zero marketing strategy.

Let’s dive in.

I’m a 46-year-old woman, mother of two incredible grown daughters (seriously, when did they stop being kids?), and wife to a wonderfully amazing husband who truly pulls his weight and then some. We’re nearly empty nesters now — our youngest just turned 18 and still lives at home, which we’re totally okay with. Our deal? School or full-time work. Her choice. No pressure, just productivity. (And yes, both girls decided to take on community college together — cue proud mom moment.)

Now, let’s get to the real tea: I recently announced to my friends, family, and very large hiking group on Facebook that I’m giving up social media forever as of August 19, 2026. And no, this isn’t some dramatic pause or a “take a break” situation. I’m deleting, not deactivating. Full-on ghosting. 👻

Why?
Because I’m finally in my right mind. And no shade to anyone else, but when you’ve stared into the abyss that is your screen time report… it changes you. I’m talking hours of mindless scrolling, fake connection, and comparison traps. It’s like being on a hamster wheel — except the hamster is emotionally drained and somehow still hasn’t closed the 47 tabs in her brain.

Now that I’ve stepped back, it feels like I can breathe. I’m starting to realize I don’t really know who I am outside of “Mom” and “Wife.” Both are roles I treasure, don’t get me wrong, but now that the house is quieter (and the snacks last longer), I’m trying to figure out: who am I now?

We spend our early lives following orders, then raising tiny humans, then making decisions based on school districts and snack preferences. And suddenly — bam — you’re 46, your house is quieter, and no one needs their apple slices peeled anymore. So now what?

Well… now I do stuff. Not post about stuff. Not like other people doing stuff. Actually do stuff.

I work remotely, have ridiculously flexible hours, and enough PTO to disappear for months if I wanted to. Unfortunately, my husband still has a traditional job (not with traditional hours), and he works hard for our family — so for now, we’re staying put while saving for our dream home and paying off a vehicle. Exotic travel? Not quite yet. But we are about to get really creative with low-budget fun. So get ready for “adventures in frugality.”

Next week, I’m off work and plan to fill that time with anything but doom-scrolling. Hobbies? Yes. Writing? You bet. Nap under a tree? Possibly. Weird crafts? Bring it.

So welcome to The Unposted Life — where I slowly inject joy back into my bones, pry myself out of my introvert shell, and explore what it means to really live without filters, algorithms, or notifications.

More on me soon. But for now — thanks for finding me, even if by accident. Hope you enjoy my rambly little digital journal.

P.S.
You’ll notice there’s nowhere to comment or like anything on this site. That’s on purpose. I’m not here for followers or feedback loops. I’m here to ramble, reflect, and maybe, just maybe, remember what it feels like to be human again.

No likes. No clout. Just life.
Welcome aboard.