I’m 70. My kids left, my husband retired, and the house went quiet – and I realized I had no idea what I actually liked. I’d been performing ‘fine’ for 30 years.

For thirty years, I automatically bought the cereal my husband liked, hosted dinners I secretly dreaded, and answered “fine” to every question—until the morning I stood frozen in the grocery store, realizing I had no idea what kind of cereal I actually wanted.Read More