The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

Beautifully Unhinged: Hold My Drink

Faith, Grit, and a Little Liquid Courage

Sit down and get ready for this little life shindig — because what you’re about to read is part testimony, part therapy session, and part “how in the world did she not end up on a reality TV show?”

There is no perfect opening sentence for this autobiography because there has been nothing remotely calm, ordinary, or predictable about my life. It has been faith-fueled, sleep-deprived, coffee-sustained, occasionally wine-assisted chaos with a side of “well… that escalated quickly.”

So go ahead.

Grab your favorite adult beverage.

Yes, the good one.

We’re not doing lightweight hydration for this journey.

Because this book?

This book contains plot twists dramatic enough to make producers at Netflix blink twice and ask for a sequel.

There are chapters where I led like a boss.

Chapters where I cried in my car (strategically, of course).

Chapters where I ran toward the fire.

And at least three chapters where I should have stretched first — spiritually and physically.

You will laugh.

You will cry.

You will gasp.

You will say “OMG.”

You will absolutely whisper “what the actual crap?”

And at least once, you will look around and make sure nobody heard you say “WTF.”

There were moments of grit.

Moments of grace.

Moments of “Lord, if You get me out of this, I will never…”

(Reader, I absolutely did it again.)

This isn’t a highlight reel.

This is the bloopers.

The backstage passes.

The director’s cut.

The seasons where I fell flat on my face and the seasons where I got back up louder.

It’s the story of a woman who chose roads over trails (because snakes are a hard no), who led boldly, loved fiercely, and built a life that looks responsible on paper but felt like a live-action obstacle course in real time.

And just when you think I’ve matured and settled down…

Turn the page.

Because chaos and calling have always walked hand in hand in my life — and honey, I don’t sip gently.

I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and say:

“Hold my drink.”🍷