This week I turned 48 years-old. I can’t really say that the day itself made much of an impression on me. I didn’t feel the ground shift or sink ever so slightly as if to say, “your foot is just one step closer to the grave.” No, it was just a normal day with some very nice greetings on social media and a yummy chocolate pie baked by my dear husband.
I confess I haven’t always greeted past birthdays with the same indifference. In fact, I remember 43 to be a particularly jarring birthday number. It was then that I realized I was now well ensconced into my 40’s and there was no turning back. But then that is the point, isn’t it? There is no turning back! Age happens to all of us; regardless of nationality or income bracket. We all are born to eventually die and aging is the natural process of things. When it comes to beauty – embrace it, don’t hide from it.
It can be hard to watch things shift, furrow and sag. I wish that I could say that the wisdom of age has washed away all vain pursuits, but this does not appear to be the case for me. I still enjoy my makeup, creams and lotions. Not only that, but what do I do? I go out and start a fashion and fitness over-40 blog at 47, which means I will writing about these subjects and posing for pictures for years to come.
But, I realize now that putting it all out there has actually helped me to embrace aging. I have no incentive to hide from my age or try to pass as younger than I am. Instead, I can embrace my face, smile wrinkles and all, because it’s a part of myself that I can share with other women and they can relate to.
Embracing your aging face doesn’t mean you stop caring, it just means you accept that the face you have today is not the one you had a decade ago. You are a work in progress…just as a painting results from stroke upon stroke, so your face bares the touch of time, year upon year.
I realized a while ago that I had two options. Either I could try to trick people into thinking I was younger than I was or I could focus on being the best I can be at each age milestone. I figured the first option was really a losing battle…so, you get to 65 and people think you’re 60…in the end you are still won’t look 25 or even 35 for that matter!
But, if I make the determination to be proud of each year, then I can focus my energy into being a healthy, well-adjusted, purposeful and appealing woman at whatever age I am. There is something about this perspective that instills greater confidence and determination to make every year count.
That’s why you may have noticed the one streak of white in my hair. I am still crazy about all things fashion and style. What’s more, the style-minded side of me will never change. Still, I just wanted one little token to show that I know my age and I am OK with it! But, that doesn’t mean I can’t still rock a pair of heels with the best of ’em!
So, happy birthday to me…all 48 years!
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