Finding Beauty in the Life We’ve Built

This weekend, while scrubbing the corners of my house, something unexpected happened.

There I was—on my hands and knees, vacuuming carpeted stairs and wiping down baseboards with that oh-so-90s wood trim. I glanced at the green bathroom tiles, the worn carpet in the bedrooms, and those outdated gold fixtures that (ironically) are starting to trend again. And instead of cringing… I smiled.

A Life of Beautiful Spaces

I’ve had some beautiful houses over the years. I’ve been lucky.

I’ve torn down walls, updated fixtures and flooring, and even built a brand new home from the ground up. My last house had a stunning, modern kitchen my husband and I designed ourselves—sleek, open, full of clean lines and finishes.

But you know what?

It never quite felt like me.

This house, with its quirks and creaks, its little imperfections and lived-in charm—it feels like home. I’ve never felt more comfortable in a space than I do here. It carries the “wrinkles” of the family who lived here before, and instead of hiding them, I’ve come to appreciate them. Those little signs of life tell a story.

Just like me.

Seeing Myself Differently

I’ve been in fantastic shape, and I’ve been in not-so-great shape.

I’ve been strong, lean, and glowing. And I’ve also felt tired, worn, and like a stranger to myself. My body has changed. My face has changed. I’m not where I want to be—but I’m okay with where I am.

Much like this house, I’m starting to love the signs of a life well-lived. The edges aren’t as sharp, the colors have softened, but there’s beauty in the comfort, in the history, in the grounding sense of self that comes with time.

A Year That Changed Me

And that’s what I’ve learned over this past year.

Today is my mother-in-law’s celebration of life. She lived with us for a short time before she passed. In my life, I’ve said goodbye to so many people I’ve loved. And every time, I’ve made the same promise to myself:

I’m going to live life to the fullest.

But then… life happens.

This past year, menopause forced me to slow down.

To pay attention.

To move through my days differently.

And maybe for the first time, I’ve really started to see things for what they are—and who I truly am.

I thought I wanted the newest, the shiniest, the most perfect version of everything—homes, bodies, goals.

But what I really wanted was to feel at home in my life.

And now, I do.

Why I Rekindle

This is why I choose to do what I do at Rekindle with Kim.

Because every woman deserves to feel that way too—

Comfortable in her body.

At peace in her home.

Confident in who she is.

Whether she’s reconnecting with the woman she used to be, or discovering the woman she’s still becoming—

I’m here to help her find her way back to herself.