08/20/2026
I keep trying to make things fit that just don’t quite fit anymore…
Yes, I’m talking about my clothes, but I’m also talking about my life, my career, my dreams, goals, and aspirations.
For a long time, I thought being a CFO for one organization was the dream. The pinnacle. The path I was supposed to follow. But on this side of things, I’m realizing that maybe it just wasn’t my path.
I’m in a season of a lot of clarity, self-exploration, learning, and growing. And, honestly, a lot of rewiring and un-molding. The kind that makes you look at things you’ve believed about yourself for decades and ask, “Wait… do I even want this anymore?”
This has me thinking about French.
I’ve signed up for French class what feels like 1,000 times. And once again, I’m starting at the beginning. Actually, pre-beginning. 😂
I’ve wanted to be fluent in French since high school. My brain dreams up random French phrases and sentences, but the foundation is shaky. And I think that’s because life kept getting in the way of something that has always felt like a core need. A little tug that never quite went away.
So here I am, 42 years old, unemployed in the traditional sense, still doing my fractional CFO work, and signing up for Tuesday French classes in the middle of the “workday.”
It feels a little ridiculous. A little scary. A little exciting.
But mostly, it feels like I’m finding my way back to myself.
Maybe this season isn’t about becoming someone new. Maybe it’s about remembering who I was before I got so good at becoming who I thought I was supposed to be.
Here’s to figuring out what actually fits. 💙🧡
Back to me, Bee. 🐝