At 44: Redefining Success and Coming Home to Myself

Today I turn 44, and this year, more than ever, I’ve been reflecting on what purpose and success truly mean to me. For most of my life, I believed success was about what I had: My bank account, my title, my achievements. But this journey of becoming has softened all of that. It’s made me pause, question, unlearn… and slowly come back to myself.

I’ve come to see how often we inherit our definitions of success and purpose shaped by systems, culture, and family without ever asking if they’re actually true to us. Now, in this birthday pause, I feel a deeper truth rising: my purpose isn’t something I have to chase. It lives in how I show up, how I love, how I give, how I live with intention, and how others are moved simply by me being aligned with who I really am.

Maybe purpose isn’t just what we do. Maybe it’s also what happens to others through our being… the shift they feel in our presence, the courage they find in our story, the spark they remember just by watching us live with heart. Sometimes, our light helps someone else find theirs.

At 44, I’m not chasing anymore. I’m coming home to myself, to my truth, and to my wholeness. And maybe that’s the real success.