Woke up this morning thinking about something so random I had to write it down... In 6th grade — I’m almost certain it was 1986 — I remember reading a story in a flimsy Scholastic newsletter about a couple who loved ESPN so much, they named their daughter Espen. I know I read it. I remember where I was sitting. I remember it being next to a story about laser music discs (those never really took off). So I went to look it up. And guess what?The name "Espn" wasn't even used until 2008 for boys… and 2015 for girls. 🤯 There’s no record of it before that. It’s like it never happened.But I remember it. Clearly. Visually. Emotionally. So now I’m wondering…Is this a Mandela Effect? A glitch? Or just the weird way memory works? What’s a moment, detail, or memory you swear happened — but no one else can confirm it? I would LOVE to hear your version of this. Let’s see how weird this gets.

Just seven personal training sessions in — and I already feel the shift. Not because I look younger. Not because I’m chasing a number. But because I’m finally building strength before it slips away. At 51, I decided I wasn’t going to lose my muscle without a fight.I’m not here for the “get skinny” culture. I’m here for power — the kind that helps me hold my own, walk taller, and feel damn proud in my body. Because here’s what I’ve learned: Getting older doesn’t mean getting weaker. Not unless you let it. This isn’t a “transformation story.”It’s a reclamation. You don’t have to get old and crinkly — unless you want to. You power. Use it. I want to hear your story: - What have you reclaimed with age? - What are you starting now that people told you was “too late”?💬 Drop your win in the comments — big or small. This space is for strong people doing bold things.