Nothing is ever as awful as we predicted or as grand as we hoped. Most of life falls somewhere in the middle.
I rarely focus on the fact that I am getting older, until I am reminded that I am. Clothing stores do a pretty good job of keeping me grounded in the aging game.
My first order of forgiveness is to myself, for being so hard on myself. For falling short of the perfect body. For having negative thoughts. For tripping over my splintered soul.
Why do we dwell? If things have happened in the past, leave it there. If we want something different for our future, change it right? That’s easier said than done.
This may be middle age, but life is comfortable and cozy and stable in the middle. There is so much still ahead, even from the other side of the mountain.
I cannot emphasize this enough to the younger crowd, these “aha” moments absolutely come with age, because with age comes years behind you of a bunch of bullshit you have tolerated from other people.
We are now at the age that things are starting to happen to our friends and family, with the pace escalating as we get older.
I am living the second act (or the third?) now at 63. Recently, I have been preoccupied about how 70 is looming on the horizon. My…
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What if women stopped coloring their hair? What if we forfeited manicures and pedicures, high heels and clothes that fit too tightly?