Midlife Revised

The crisis came early, but at least there’s content.

There is Nothing Wrong With You

There is nothing wrong with you. You are evolving. This week, I learned a term I feel compelled to share—and if you’ve already heard it, great. If not, you’re welcome. The term is lifequakes. Lifequakes describe massive, seismic shifts in life’s path—events that disrupt normalcy and force deep transition, renewal, and rebuilding. Think job loss,…

Reclaiming Myself: What Losing Everything Taught Me About Who I Am

“I’m not the one who’s confused — you don’t even know who you are.” If that line sounds familiar, you’ve probably watched The Lion King. This week, watching The Lion King for what felt like the tenth time with my kids, that line finally hit me — not just in my ears, but deep in…

When Life Gives You Layoffs, Make Lemonade

I think it’s only fitting that my first real post comes with a bit of self-deprecation. Here’s the story: girl meets shoes, shoe company hires her. Ten years later, they break up with me — corporate style. (You know, the “it’s not you, it’s me” version.) No matter how many times they tell me it’s…

We love a good plot twist, am I right?

ABOUT THE BLOG

I’m Mila, and I’m somewhere between who I was and who I’m becoming—rewriting in real time.

After a decade-long relationship ended—with both my partner and my job- I found myself solo-parenting three small humans, the life I’d built cracked open. Not all at once. But enough to make me wonder: Who am I now, without the roles that once defined me?

Midlife Revised was born in that soft wreckage. It’s a space for stories & advice on identity, motherhood, career, ambition, grief (the quiet kind), and growing into a version of yourself you didn’t plan for—but might just come to love.

This is a place where I reflect, grow, connect and hopefully inspire your journey by telling you about my own. These are notes from the middle – where life gets raw, human, and a little ridiculous.

I write to make sense of it all. To soften. To unlearn. To laugh at the mess and sometimes cry in the car. If you’re walking through your own version of what now?—you’re wildly welcome here.