An Invitation to Live More Fully

Over the past year, one question has found its way into nearly every conversation I’ve had.

“So… what’s next?”

It’s a fair question.

Dear Drew has been such a significant part of my life, and sharing it with readers has been one of the greatest privileges I’ve ever experienced. Watching people connect with the book, hearing how it has helped them navigate grief, loss and life’s unexpected turns has reminded me exactly why I wrote it in the first place.

But lately, when people ask me what’s next, I find myself smiling before I answer.

Not because I have every detail figured out.

Because, for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I need to.

For many years, my life has been centered around learning, healing, writing, speaking and helping people navigate some of life’s most difficult moments. I wouldn’t change a single part of that journey. It has shaped me, humbled me and given my life a depth of purpose I’ll always be grateful for.

It has also taught me something I didn’t expect.

Healing isn’t simply about recovering from what we’ve lost.

It’s about rediscovering what makes us feel most alive.

As I look toward this next season of my life, that’s the question I’m asking myself more often.

What brings me alive?

The answers aren’t dramatic.

They’re wonderfully ordinary.

I want to paint again.

I want to sculpt.

I want to wander through museums without checking the time.

I want to sit in the audience at a ballet or an opera and simply be moved.

I want to take cooking classes because I’ve always wanted to.

I want to decorate for the holidays with the same excitement I had years ago.

I want to create homes and spaces that make people feel welcomed, peaceful and inspired.

I want mornings that aren’t rushed.

Evenings spent watching the sunset.

Long conversations around the table with the people I love.

The older I get, the more I realize that a beautiful life isn’t built through extraordinary moments alone.

It’s built through ordinary days lived with intention.

The past 26 years have taught me that time is precious.

For a long time, that awareness fueled my work.

Now it’s also shaping the way I want to live.

My daughter is about to graduate as an architect. My son and daughter-in-law are preparing to welcome their first child, a little boy they’ll name Drew.

I can hardly describe what that means to me.

That little boy is a beautiful reminder that life continues.

Not instead of the people we’ve loved.

Because of them.

When I imagine the years ahead, I don’t picture a calendar packed with obligations.

I picture breakfast with my family.

I picture holidays filled with traditions.

I picture creating beautiful memories in beautiful spaces.

I picture being present enough to truly experience the life I’ve spent so many years building.

I’ll continue writing.

I’ll continue speaking.

I’ll continue advocating for water safety and supporting people as they navigate grief and life’s inevitable transitions.

Those things aren’t going away.

But I’ve realized there’s another way we teach.

We teach by living.

Sometimes the greatest gift we can offer isn’t another strategy or another lesson.

Sometimes it’s giving someone else permission to choose joy without guilt.

To create beauty simply because it feeds their soul.

To remain curious.

To keep growing.

To continue becoming.

I’ve realized something else, too.

For years, I thought creativity was something I did.

Now I think it’s part of how I live.

It’s in the way I decorate a home before family arrives.

It’s in the flowers on the table.

It’s in the music playing while dinner is cooking.

It’s in the painting that makes me stop and really look.

It’s in creating spaces where people feel seen, welcomed and at peace.

Those moments may seem ordinary.

I don’t think they are.

I think they’re how we remember to pay attention.

To the people sitting across from us.

To the beauty we’ve been too busy to notice.

To the dreams we’ve quietly set aside because life asked something else of us for a while.

I’m beginning to believe that becoming more fully ourselves isn’t always about becoming someone new.

Sometimes it’s about returning to the parts of ourselves we’ve missed.

The artist.

The creator.

The adventurer.

The curious student.

The person who still lights up when learning something for the very first time.

I’ve spent many years encouraging people to turn inward.

To ask the hard questions.

To feel what needed to be felt.

To do the work that healing requires.

I still believe in every bit of that.

But I also believe there comes a time when healing asks something different of us.

It asks us to look up.

To step outside.

To experience beauty.

To make memories.

To laugh until our stomach hurts.

To learn something new.

To gather around a table with people we love.

To fill our lives with things that remind us we’re still wonderfully alive.

The inner work changes us.

The outer world reminds us why we did it.

We need both.

That’s the journey I want to share with you now.

Not because I’ve arrived.

Because I’m walking it, too.

If you’ve been with me through the difficult seasons, I hope you’ll stay for what’s ahead.

We’ll still have the conversations that matter.

We’ll still talk about grief.

We’ll still talk about resilience.

We’ll still talk about rebuilding after life changes.

But we’ll also talk about art.

Beauty.

Health.

Home.

Family.

Travel.

Wonder.

And all of the ordinary moments that quietly become an extraordinary life.

I’ve spent years writing about how to rebuild a life after loss.

Now I’d love to show you what it looks like to truly live one.

My hope is that you’ll come with me.

I hope you’ll continue doing the inner work that helps you heal, while giving yourself permission to step into the outer world with fresh eyes and an open heart. I hope you’ll discover new places, create meaningful traditions, surround yourself with beauty, nurture your health, deepen your relationships and make room for the experiences that remind you how extraordinary it is to simply be alive.

Because in the end, that’s what all of this has been leading us toward.

Not just surviving.

Not just healing.

But fully, intentionally and joyfully living.

And I have a feeling we’re just getting started.

If you’re in a season of becoming, I hope you’ll give yourself permission to explore what brings you alive. Healing asks us to look inward, but eventually it also invites us back out into the world — to experience, create, connect and live.

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