Edna Ferman

For a long time, I thought being rich meant numbers: dollars in the bank, a secure plan, success others could see. But life has taught me a softer truth.

Endings can feel like sudden storms — divorce, children leaving home, loss, or a quiet day of questioning. I’ve felt that storm. I’ve felt the fear, the heartbreak, and the hesitation to move forward.

New year, new door, new beginnings.

I used to measure my worth by numbers. The size of my paycheck, the safety of my savings, the appearance of success. That was my definition of being “rich.”

Divorce, the house empty, and a quiet thought whispering, “Is this it?” The rug had been pulled, and I felt suspended in a void. At first, I froze. Fear and heartbreak gripped me. But slowly,

Endings can feel like storms. I’ve been there, and I know the fear and uncertainty that comes with it. Yet within every ending is a hidden awakening. A fresh start is waiting, even when it feels impossible.

Fresh starts can feel overwhelming — divorce, loss, kids leaving, change of life direction, or simply realising life isn’t what you expected.