I love this topic. I have come to realize this is the youngest I will ever be here on earth. My 40th birthday was just a few months ago and I have to tell you, I was thrilled about turning 40. It felt like a milestone to me; it truthfully reminded me of the Promise Land. I have wandered around in the wilderness most of my life. As I turned 40, I felt like some giants were about to be conquered. Giants like insecurity, self-hatred and people pleasing.
When I was 37 I was about to move from Atlanta, GA to Los Angeles, CA. In the weeks leading up to the move I had this “crises of self.” I started to think I was horribly ugly and needed to figure out a better way. Yes, a better way to look. I frantically searched for the next face cream, a new hairstyle and dialed up a make-up artist friend of mine to ask her for help. I hated the way I looked.
Flipping through pictures as I packed for the cross-country move, I came across one of my 27-year-old self. I thought “gosh I use to think I was so ugly back then, but I was pretty.” Suddenly another thought came rushing in “37 is the youngest I am ever going to be on this earth and I bet when I turn 47 I will look back at my 37-year-old self and think, “gosh I use to think I was so ugly back then, but I was pretty.” There seemed to be a theme happening and a lesson to be learned.
So ladies, let’s embrace this thing called age. There are so many joys of getting older, here are just a few of my favorites.
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