This year, I turned 58 — and for the first time in a while, I’m proudly and joyfully saying that number out loud. At one of my numerous birthday celebrations, surrounded by people who mean the world to me, someone brought out a cake glowing with candles. As everyone sang “Happy Birthday,” I smiled, ready to make my wish. But when I closed my eyes, I was overcome with goosebumps and tears — not because of what I wanted, but because I realized…I had nothing to wish for. In that quiet, flickering moment, I felt completely full. Fulfilled. Grateful. I have everything I ever dreamed of: incredible grown children who are also my closest friends, the love of my life by my side, friendships that feel like family, and a “job” that fills me with purpose and joy every single day. Of course, there are always goals, ideas, dreams—but I no longer feel the need to chase something to feel whole. I want to gently ask anyone reading: when you go to blow out your candles, what are you wishing for? And if you're not where — or who — you want to be, why not? And what’s stopping you from becoming that version of yourself? As Mary Oliver asked, “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” I hope your answer brings you peace, as mine finally has.