May is my birth month. And this May, I am celebrating 83 years of life on this beautiful earth.

Eighty-three. I say that number with a full heart and not one ounce of apology. Because every single year — the hard ones, the joyful ones, the ones that brought me to my knees and the ones that lifted me to my feet — has made me exactly who I am today.

And who I am today is still on fire.

As I watch the leaves unfurl and flowers burst open with vibrant color, with birds soaring and chirping in the crisp spring air, I'm reminded that nature doesn't apologize for blooming — and neither should we.

You spent decades showing up for others. As a teacher, you shaped young minds year after year. As a nurse, you held space for people on their hardest days. As a counselor, a principal, a social worker — you gave the very best of yourself in service to your community. Now it's your turn.

Retirement is often painted as the reward at the end of a long career—a season of freedom, rest, and enjoyment. But the truth is, for many, it feels less like freedom and more like a seesaw of regret. We find ourselves teetering between two nagging thoughts: what we wish we’d done and what we wish we hadn’t done. And here’s the hard truth—the regrets of what we didn’t do usually sting the most.