Just Me, Mylee

A mother, a writer, a happiness-seeker and self-improvement junkie navigating through life in the city.

July 1st

Every year when this date arrives, it gently reminds me.

“Hey there, how’s it going? Just wanted to point out that we’re halfway through the year now. Are you on course to meet the goals you set for yourself this year?”

But it also leers at me. Taunts me.

“Girl, what are you doing? Half the year has passed. You barely made a dent in your long list of things to do! Chop, chop, get going, MOVE, woman!”


Stepping back and checking the status of where you are at the midpoint of the year is not always fun. If you’re anything like me, the first thing you feel is panic. Your gut might be saying, “Screw it. You’re never gonna get to all the things you wanted to do this year.”

But if you are anything like me, you’ll tell yourself it’s not too late.

You’ll look back and feel pride in the podcast that you finally launched with your friend. The podcast might not be where it needs to be in sound quality or listenership but it’s out there.

You’ll think about the young adult novel that’s just about ready for Amazon self-publishing if you could just find a minute to figure out the cover artwork. You’ll tell yourself that you need to find that minute quick.

You’ll feel good about finally figuring out the best system to organize all of your thoughts, ideas and list of things to do. You’ll feel even better about this system working.

You’ll be satisfied about putting a stake in the ground about what your most important life pillars are and that this helps you determine the activities you participate in. If it applies to one of your pillars, it’s a yes. If it doesn’t, politely say no.

You’ll feel trepidation because there’s so much left to do. You might have checked off a number of things on your list but for every item you checked off you might have added two more.

You’ll feel all of these things on the morning of July 1st. Then you’re going to take a deep breath. You’re going to get on your feet and tackle your 2018 goals one step at a time.

You’re going to remember that even if you don’t meet all them by the time the new year rolls by, you at least took a few steps in the direction of your goals and dreams.

And this means that you’re further along than you were on the morning of July 1st.

So don’t fret. And don’t stress. There’s still 6 more months remaining in 2018.

Plenty of time.


Last week I launched a podcast with one of my girlfriends. Well, we technically came out with Episode 1 the week prior 3/7/18, with the introduction of Episode 2, was the first day we actually advertised it and asked people to have a listen.

And boy, the feedback that we got. You’d think we announced that we were going to be the second coming of Oprah’s Super Soul Conversations podcast instead of just two random girls having normal everday conversations about normal everyday things. Then failed to deliver.

When my co-host told me that she had negative feedback to share my first reaction was to shake my fists indignantly. Where is this negative feedback coming from and does the source have a podcast themselves? Because unless they did I was not going to listen to any hate coming from people who didn’t have the courage to put themselves out there like we did.

You guys are too boring.

You sound like you were reading from a srcipt.

You’re speaking two slowly.

The sound quality is bad.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I don’t appreciate this feedback. I can definitely use it to get better. Always room for improvement, right? But right now we have only released two episodes. We are far from perfect. And I’m guessing that it’s going to be a while before we get close to perfecting our podcast.

What do you do with “you guys are too boring” though? Tell more jokes? Come up with more exciting topics? Speak with more animation?

Or do you just say, “Thank you for the feedback. We’ll try to do better next time. Maybe you shouldn’t listen now then come back when we’re less boring.”

I realize I may be coming across like a childish brat who can’t take a little bit of constructive criticism. But depending on the tone used to convey this feedback it may just be mistaken for some good old-fashioned hate.

Nevertheless, I’ll just do what I do best: re-frame and find some positivity in it. I think I’ve given myself enough time to stomp my feet and whine. Time to pull up my big girl panties and move on.

Pretty sure this won’t be the last time our podcast gets less-than-stellar feedback. Might as well get used to it and figure out how to handle it with grace.

As the saying goes: “It’s not what happens to you but how you react to it that matters.”

Recently on one of the many podcasts that I listen to I heard someone comment about how when people hit middle age they often tell themselves that they’re done. Life as they know it is over and it is time to slow down. All yoga pants and hair in a bun from that point on.

This struck me because I’ve reached middle age and don’t feel that way at all.

Middle age, to me, is exactly that. You’re in the middle. You’re half-way. Your life isn’t over. You don’t get to just let go and assume that everything from that point onward is downhill.

Life doesn’t stop when you get to the age of 45 or whenever it is that middle age officially begins.

I’m currently at the mid-point with my mother and first-born daughter. I look ahead of me and see my mother who has definitely slowed down physically. I look behind me and see my daughter who’s come of age and having the time of her life in her first year of college. Then I look at myself and see someone who is no longer a spring chicken but definitely not ready to throw in any kind of towel. I’m still having a good time.

I may be 49 now but there’s still a whole lot of living to do, plenty of goals to go after. I may have different wants and needs than 19-year-old me — even 29 year-old-me — had but I still have wants and needs that have nothing to do with stretchy pants or easy hairstyles.

Oh, I will go out and buy the damn concert tickets. I foresee plenty of GNOs (Girls Night Out) in my future. I’m going after the new dreams that I’ve recently discovered. I’m not too old to do so. I know there are no rules about when you’re supposed to stop striving for the things that you want.

As per one of my favorite quotes which has become my middle-aged mantra:

“It’s never too late to become the person you were meant to be.”

Cheers to that!