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Winter has a way of asking us to slow down. Not with force, but with a gentle invitation: to soften, to breathe, to listen. In a world that constantly asks us to move faster, the weeks around the year’s end offer a rare, unstructured space — a threshold between what has been and what is beginning to take shape.

For the past years, I have turned these twelve quiet nights into a personal ritual. Modern life rarely allows us true stillness, so I carve it out intentionally: late in the evening, after dinner, hidden in a small corner with a warm blanket and the softest light. I call it “returning to myself.” And it always brings me back — to clarity, to gentleness, to a sense of rootedness that feels like home.

This year, I wanted to share this experience in a way that feels accessible, calm, and quietly transformative. The result is ….

Yesterday I listened to two young women. One of them was quite resolute with her advice – and yes, it was about the topic: “Should I stay or should I go?” relationship-wise.

Uff… such a delicate question. Because no matter how supportive friendships can be, the ones directly involved are often woven into so many relational constructs that a simple “I go” would cause massive changes for everyone connected. This is deeply private. It carries a lot of responsibility (first and foremost for the woman considering her options). And sometimes, there are doors that can be opened without the whole house falling down.

Because in France, age isn’t something you are – it’s what you become.

In German and English we say: “I am 53 years old.”
It sounds like age is simply an attribute – something attached to you.

But in French they say: “J’ai 53 ans” – “I have 53 years.”
And that little shift changes everything.

Nothing is harder than trying to please everyone. At 53, let me share something with you: every year it gets easier to stand true to yourself. And honestly, I’m deeply grateful for the person I’ve become. I’ve lived a lot. I’ve learned a lot. I’ve got stories, scars, and laughter — and I wouldn’t trade any of it. I am me. And yes, I like me.

In the past, I often wished life would calm down — fewer ups and downs, less turbulence. Did that happen? No. And today, I’m glad it didn’t. Because peace isn’t the absence of motion; it’s the ability to find stillness within it. I appreciate moments of harmony now, and I’m profoundly thankful that I’ve learned to walk away from people who drain me instead of give me energy. That, I’m convinced, is one of life’s greatest medicines as you grow older.

Have you noticed this too when coming back from France? It’s not just that driving on French highways feels like pure ease — calm drivers, long stretches of road framed by fields and vineyards. Even the smallest encounters seem touched by something softer.

A quick stop at the bakery, for example, can turn into a quiet reminder of grace: a grateful wave when you let someone merge into traffic, a patient smile as two cars negotiate a narrow village street, a cheerful “bonjour, Madame” or “merci, Monsieur” that feels sincere. These gestures may seem ordinary, but together they weave a rhythm of gentleness that lingers long after you’ve left.

I absolutely love it — because those little gestures of kindness are the best happiness boosters. They don’t cost anything, yet they enrich everything. It’s as if the sun you share with someone else ends up shining right back on your own face.

Today in the book of life, page 9.
It feels just right for the 4 months left this year. Let’s go.

“Everything is fine. Just the way it is.”
Try this out for yourself this week – don’t just read the words, say them out loud every morning.

When I carry this sentence within me, everything feels so much lighter.


So many of the questions inside me, the restlessness, the search for change – they all find their answer here.

And believe me – at 13, 23, 33, or 43, these words would have been hard for me to accept.
But today, at 53, it’s okay – just the way it is. 🙂

Let me know what you think of this petit conseil.

Have a truly wonderful day! 🌿

This dress isn’t really appropriate for your age.” I can already hear it.
Do I listen @53? I pretend not to. Do I feel like wearing it today? Oh yes.

Will someone say, “Her upper arms aren’t firm enough for that dress”?
“Her belly shows”? Probably. And you know what? Yes — I still feel it.
But also: I love this dress. Right here, right now. And I feel this kind of energy that is stornger than an lot of beauty propaganda.

Will I bring a matching pashmina?
Maybe.
Will I stand tall when someone takes a photo?
You bet.
Will I look terrific?
Yes. I. Will.

As we grow, we don’t just chase new beginnings —
we learn to root. In ourselves. In acceptance. In what is, instead of what should be.

“When we are no longer able to change a situation,
we are challenged to change ourselves.”
– Viktor E. Frankl

📚 And it’s true.
There are moments in life when we simply can’t change what’s happening around us.
The people. The dynamics. The disappointments.

But we can change how we respond.
And sometimes — that changes everything.

It’s not easy.
But over time, space opens.
New perspectives appear.
And surprisingly often, peace follows.

💬 Have you ever changed your story — not by rewriting others, but by softening your own grip?
It would be wonderful if you’d share it with us. Thank you for your trust.