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If you’ve ever looked at your life and thought, “Surely there’s more than this,” then welcome — you’re in the right place.

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I’m Lizzy Ellis — 57, separated, halfway through a divorce, and finally done pretending life should look perfect. I’ve rebuilt myself more than once: from buying director in a power suit & heels, to wife and stepmum, to a woman who woke up one day and realised… I want my own life back.

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Now it’s me and Alfie, my Spanish Podenco rescue -small, scruffy and convinced he runs the household. We split our time between the UK and the Netherlands, making sense of love, loss, lust, liberation — and everything in between.

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My four best friends have been with me since school; we’ve survived disastrous haircuts, questionable men, and marriages that should have come with a user manual. They show  up here often, because every woman needs her circle.

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What I write isn’t coaching or therapy.
It’s the real stuff: messy, hilarious, painful, sexy, hopeful — the truth women whisper to each other when the door closes.

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Because 57 isn’t the end of the story.
It’s the chapter where things finally get interesting.

So think of this space as a dare, a deep breath, and a wink:
A reminder that it’s never too late to want more, choose yourself, fall in love again, flirt outrageously… and live the rest of your life out loud.