Hello! I hope this finds you surrounded by the many comforts of home and treated with a whole lot of gentleness today. Thank you for your continued trust and for letting me visit your personal space for another week. Your open inbox is a gift, and I love getting to catch up like this. Something a little unexpected happens in our menopausal years that a perfectly placed pamphlet in a doctor’s office never warns us about, and I’ve come to believe that’s because nobody knows how to broach the subject. It has nothing to do with hot flashes or sleep or any of the usual suspects, and it tends to show up on a perfectly good afternoon when you're busy with something else entirely. What I’ve chosen to write about this week are the doors that close behind us in this life stage, and about the wondering that goes on long after there's nothing left to wonder about. I'll tell you my own story, some of which I've only ever shared with a handful of people. You should know that this week’s letter is a little heavier than the last two have been. It's something I truly think needs to be explored, and I just wanted you to know before you opened it. A gentle note: this week’s letter talks about pregnancy loss, infertility and the end of our fertile years. Please read it whenever the time feels right for you. If today isn’t that day, it will be right here waiting. Warmly, Kelly Life Season Letters