06/24/2025
I love this blurb on getting old.
Aging is not a journey for the fragile-hearted.
It demands strength not of the body, but of the soul.
One day, almost without warning, you awaken and realize — youth didn’t slam the door or announce its departure with fanfare.
No, it slipped away in silence, like an old friend offering one last glance at the threshold — gentle, familiar, bittersweet.
But youth didn’t leave without taking something with it.
It carried off your obsession with perfection.
It stole away the desperate urge to impress, the exhausting chase for approval, the crippling fear that you were never enough.
And what did it leave in return?
Something softer, yet infinitely more powerful.
A calmer rhythm in your days. A stronger, steadier step.
The bravery to let go — not with bitterness, but with peace.
The wisdom to hold close only those whose hearts speak truth to yours.
The unmatched freedom to be wholly, deeply, unapologetically yourself.
Aging is not about loss.
It is about release.
Releasing the pressure to perform, the burden of pretense, the race to fit in, the noise that once drowned out your inner voice.
With each passing year, something beautiful unfolds:
You begin to see that beauty was never in the flawless skin or the hurried pace.
It was always there — hidden in your laugh lines, etched in your quiet endurance, woven into the chapters of your life that were written not in words, but in survival, in softness, in stillness.
Aging is not a burden.
It is a badge of becoming.
A living testament to all you've faced, all you've grown through, and all you've risen from.
So wear it not with hesitation, but with a quiet, unshakable pride.
With the grace of someone who has lived, loved, lost, and still dares to shine.
