Don't Even Her Her Youth. You Had Yours...


I'm 56.

I have wrinkles.

My hair is thinning.

Men don't look at me with interest anymore.

I have to use the banister to go up and down the stairs now.


I'd be lost without my reading glasses.

My memory is not as good as it used to be.


I enjoy my afternoon naps.


And I'm okay with all of that (well, I'm not thrilled about the thinning hair).


Because I can't change it. So it does no good to beleaguer the point.


I know people who bemoan getting older. I've heard and read,


"Omg. I'm so oooooold. What happened?"


Time happened. Life happened.


Yes, this is life, my friends. it doesn't wait for you to be ready. And you're missing out on it by bitching about something you can't change.

So instead of that, why not look at what you've gained over the years?

And here's the flip side of 56.

I have so much wisdom.

I'm so much kinder.

I'm more compassionate.

I'm not afraid of opening my heart, because I know that even if it gets hurt, I'll be okay.

I have much more patience.

I have far more resilience.

I know my own mind and I'm comfortable in my own skin.

I still care what people think, but I don't let anyone influence my decisions anymore.

To me, that's a pretty impressive list of what 56 looks like.

I'll take that over a tight body and a pretty face any day.

Partly because I like it a lot better and partly because that's my only option now.

So I embrace it. And I implore you all to do the same.

Here's a great quote that sums it up for me (and I'm paraphrasing because I can't remember it verbatim):

"I don't envy her her youth. I had mine."

What's the best part of getting older to you?

Sending you all so much love.

❤️ Alissa

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