SOMETHING HAPPENED THIS WEEK…
I was texting with a friend — one of those texts where you're not answering questions, just talking — and we both said it at almost the same moment. The light. The air. Something about the last few days that felt like a door cracking open after a long time closed.
Neither of us could quite name it. But we both felt it.
I took a walk in the early evening last night. Nothing ambitious. Just a short stroll around the block before it got dark, which is later than it was last week, which feels like a gift I didn't know was coming. The light at that hour does something. It settled me in a way I apparently needed.
Spring does this — it doesn't ask permission, it just arrives and reminds your body that it's been waiting. I'm paying attention to that this week.
This feels too good to keep to yourself.
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TODAY’S PICKS
THE FEATURE
The Friendship That Just…Ended
She didn't do anything wrong. Neither did you. That's what makes it so hard to explain.
THE REFLECTION
You Already Know
Most women in their 50s have spent decades “doing the right thing”. This is about what happens when you finally stop asking for permission.
THE WILDCARD
They Were Invented for Men. On Horseback. In Battle.
High heels started as Persian cavalry gear in the 10th century — and the reason women eventually adopted them is not what you'd expect.
