Women over 60: What Surrounds You, Shapes You
(...and that stack of expired Bed Bath & Beyond coupons isn't doing you any favors)
What are you living with—right now?
We talk a lot around here about soul, energy, and alignment… and how to implement strategies to renew and rewire life after 60. But today?
We’re getting practical. We're getting visual. We're getting into your stuff.
Let’s talk about your environment.
What surrounds you when you wake up, make your coffee, move through your day?
Do you shuffle from the bedroom to the kitchen past a wobbling pile of magazines, mystery mail, or your grandkids’ forgotten toys?
Do you notice the art on your walls—or just the walls themselves begging for a fresh coat of paint?
Believe it or not, these quiet little visual cues are either cheering you on into the next chapter… or dragging you back into the last one.
Some of us have new digs. (I’ve been in mine four years now.)
Some of us are still surrounded by furniture, photos, and decor that belonged to the woman we were two lifetimes ago.
Neither is wrong. But both deserve your attention.
And that—right there—might be the most valuable thing you own:
Your attention.
If your attention weren’t worth something, your grandkids wouldn’t fight for it, advertisers wouldn’t play psychological hopscotch to sell you candles you didn’t ask for, and the final season of Downton Abbey wouldn’t have millions of us clutching pearls over tea.
But oddly enough, at our age, we forget to treat our own attention like gold.
I’ve become a bit of a snob about what gets mine.
I don’t scroll just to scroll. I don’t “leave the TV on for company.” And I definitely don’t let just any image or voice take up residency in my energy field.
Why?
Because I’ve learned—deep in my bones—that what I look at, what I hear, what I invite in shapes me. It changes the chemistry of my day.
So yes, I’m selective.
If something doesn’t edify my personal life, it doesn’t get airtime. Full stop.
But don’t mistake selective for stingy.
If something edifies someone I love—like my grandson showing me his latest sketch from art class—I’ll stop what I’m doing and give him every ounce of presence I have.
That’s not a distraction. That’s an investment. We both walk away lifted.
So now I’ll ask you:
👀 Are you intentional about what you see every day?
🪞Does your home reflect the woman you’re becoming—or the woman you used to be?
I’m not talking about fancy.
I’m talking about aligned.
Does that chair still belong to the current version of you?
Is that wall art something your soul would still choose?
Are you living inside a life you love—or just the leftovers of what once worked?
Reclaiming yourself doesn’t happen in a flash of lightning.
It’s not a “suddenly everything changes” moment.
It’s subtle.
It’s steady.
And it starts with noticing.
For me—because I’m visual—it starts with what’s on my walls.
The art I hang is soul-level sacred. Because what I see every day shapes what I believe about myself.
For you, maybe it’s the music you play.
The scent of your lotion.
The way the morning light hits your kitchen table.
Whatever it is—don’t numb it, don’t ignore it, don’t downplay it.
Curate it.
Live inside a space that whispers:
“You’re allowed to have a life that feels like you.”
A gentle challenge (with a wink):
Look around today.
One drawer. One shelf. One wall.
Ask:
Does this still reflect me? Or is it time to let it go?
We reclaim our lives the same way we paint a canvas—
One intentional, beautifully messy stroke at a time.
👇 Ready for more than a better room?
If this post made you want to light a candle, move a chair, or finally repaint that wall you’ve been ignoring… you’re already doing the work.
But if you’re ready to go deeper—beyond décor, beyond decluttering—and actually rebuild a life that reflects who you are now…
Then my REFOUNDATION guide is waiting for you.
It’s not a workbook.
It’s not a course.
It’s a quiet, steady invitation to return to yourself—and rebuild from the inside out. With ques and prompts you can implement,today.
👉 Grab your copy of Refoundation: Rebuilding a Life That Can Hold You Now
Because the real makeover isn’t your living room.
It’s your life.
Let’s talk commitment—to YOU.
Subscribing isn’t just clicking a button. It’s a soul-level move.
It’s you telling the universe, “Hey, I matter. This dream I’ve got? It’s not going quietly.”
And some of you already know the secret:
The $50 annual is the smarter deal. (Math says it’s $4.54/month, but your soul says it’s priceless.)
When one of those rolls in, I smile big—because I know you didn’t just sign up for emails.
You signed up for your own unfolding.
That’s not nothing. That’s a vow.
And I don’t take it lightly.
So I show up.
With stories. With tools. With a little soul sass to keep you anchored when life wants to toss you around.
Because when you say yes to you?
I say yes right back. Every single time.