age is just a number, right? and while i totally agree with that, i fully admit to struggling with the idea of getting older.
please don’t get me wrong, i am wonderfully happy with where i’m at in life. if i look back on the last 10 years, i can honestly say that i like me better now than i liked 24 year old me. i am more confident, more at ease, more comfortable in my own skin. i love harder. i understand myself better, i allow growth without trying to change by force. i have a greater perspective on what is important, what should be protected or what needs to be set free.
i don’t mind saying that i’m 34.
yet some days i have a hard time coming to terms with the lines that are forming around my eyes, the increasing number of gray hairs, and the faint age spots that are gradually appearing on my hands and face. ugh. that’s when getting older really sucks. when the mirror reminds me that i’m no longer fresh and wrinkle free.
but i have already decided that i don’t want to cover up the fact that i’m aging. i don’t want to color my hair or botox my face, lift or laser anything. if i’m going to do this life then i want to wear it proudly as a badge of honor and crown upon my head. that’s not to say that i won’t ever curse the crow’s feet, but it does mean that i am committed to being naturally and authentically me. in all my normal, old lady glory.