Aging can be beautiful…it can also be hard. And it doesn’t have to define you or your abilities. It doesn’t have to decide who you become or what you are (or aren’t) capable of.
I long for realness. Real conversations. Real pictures of what true aging looks like. I want to be the woman who shows you – you don’t have to settle as you age. You can still be strong. You can try new things. You don’t have to say, “This is just the way it is.”
But as I age, I also long to see real things – women with wrinkles. Women who no longer look like they’re 18 but still are living strong and healthy lives. Women who may not have a curated space, but life overflows with the goodness of kids and messes, laughter and chaos, joy and sorrow. True, abundant life is lived, not just positioned perfectly for a camera.
As someone who’s created content for 8 years, I feel the pressure of looking a certain way for this space. But as I raise daughters, I want to show them that living well and aging well aren’t about filters and poses, curated homes, and wrinkle-free faces. It’s not the perfect outfit or maintaining a certain size.
A life well lived is crinkly eyes and smile lines. A well-lived life is a well-worn home filled with laughter, food, fun, and tears because life is hard, and we need each other. A well-lived life may involve a closet with a few sizes, and LOTS of grace for the seasons that pass bc our bodies ARE seasonal. A well-lived life is knowing that perfection is an illusion and identity is found in the Creator, not the creation.
I almost quit social media. I might still. 😂 But, I hope this space can still show something real and a little raw. A space with no filters, some laughter lines, beauty in the small spaces of life, encouragement to seek after wholeness and healing, and HOPE for what is to come. If you’d like that too, please stick around. I miss the goodness that can be found here. I’d love to have you join in too. 🩷
