The Fountain of Youth is Just Code for "Endless Options"
Let’s get something straight: my birth certificate claims I am 67. My joints, my brain, and my overall vibe firmly insist I’m in my late 40s. I’m convinced the math is just wrong. But living in this weird age-warp has given me a front-row seat to a hilarious truth: the possibilities for starting over are entirely endless. Whether you want to launch a business, commit to daily walks, overhaul your diet, or simply curate a life that doesn’t stress you out, starting over is an act of pure, unadulterated courage. Or beautiful madness. Let's go with both.
Speaking Truth (and Letting the Rest Slide)
I hit a major milestone recently: I started speaking my truth. And let me tell you, it’s a survival tactic. Right now, my mother lives with me; she has dementia. If you’ve ever experienced the mind-boggling role reversal of parenting your own parent, you know it is a wild ride. Sometimes she says things to me that I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined a parent saying to their child. It can be bruising to the soul. But I’ve developed a new superpower: the art of letting it go. When a situation feels off, I remind myself that I actually have options. I can choose to let the nonsense slide, or I can speak up with radical honesty. That single boundary has brought me an immense amount of peace, clarity, and the ability to navigate relationships without losing my own sanity. Sidenote: (my facial expressions always give me away, a true detriment.
Downward Dogs and 1980s Shoulder Pads
At 65, I decided to start practicing yoga daily. Because why not add contorting my body into pretzels to my to-do list? This past summer, I paused my studio classes to focus on business and my personal life, but the home practice remains non-negotiable. Even five minutes of rolling around on a mat keeps me grounded when the world outside is pure chaos.
This spirit of reinvention isn't new to me. When I was five years old, I knew with absolute certainty that I wanted to own my own store. By 22, I almost made it happen. But my support system at the time was excellent at manufacturing self-doubt, so I panicked and walked away. Instead, like every other 20-something in the early 1980s, I threw on a power suit with aggressive shoulder pads and commuted into the city to grind for Corporate America. Look, the workload was overwhelming, but the lessons were invaluable. I look back on those days with deep gratitude—and a little bit of awe that I survived them. The punchline? I didn't actually chase that childhood dream until I was 37. And here I am, three decades later, still refusing to stay in one box.
The 1996 Internet Dinosaur Gets a Makeover
Which brings me to some exciting news. As I pivot into this next era—and strategically scale back the chaos—I’ve been taking a hard look at my website. Prepare to feel old: my digital home started as a static, one-page landing site all the way back in 1996. It has survived every terrible internet trend since. I am incredibly proud that I was one of the first kids on the digital block back when the internet ran on dial-up tones, but it’s time for an upgrade. I want this business to thrive with way less overhead. So, I am currently working with a developer on a total redesign. In a few weeks, I’ll be unveiling a sleek, fresh, actually-easy-to-navigate space. While I have loved wearing the webmaster hat, I am happily handing over the reins to a professional who can honor my creative vision without making me click "save" on code from the nineties.
The Moral of the Story?
You are never too old to start something completely new. I don’t care if it’s gardening, baking, crafting, or building an empire—find the thing that ignites your passion and run toward it.
We can embrace this wild journey together. Speak your truth, put yourself at the top of your own priority list, and chase the dreams you forgot you had. Every single day is a blank page to create a beautiful life. You hold the pen—no matter how many candles were on your last birthday cake.
Always with love and light
Caroline, Oliver, Willow and her babies (that are getting so big) and the entire staff here at the Blue Eden Group.
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