I like to round up my numbers to the nearest tenth, mostly because I suck at math and it makes adding easier for me..at my age of 48 counting on my fingers isn’t attractive any more and if you knew me in person you would understand that for me counting on my fingers is a disadvantage based on the fact that im missing half of one to count..(insert laughter and snorting)
So I have been trying on lately (for shits and giggles) this coming age of 50 by rounding up my number when telling my age, wearing it around feeling kinda sexy proud that im almost a half a century old..its almost like the expensive handbag I used to visit at nordstroms that I would pretend was mine and proclaim that one day I would really be able to take it home..then one day my husband surprised me with the bag and the rest has become my Rebecca minkoff history..
There is something about getting older and doing it gracefully that I have embraced physically, mentally and spiritually that I am more in tuned too now than I ever was in my 20 and 30s..i really care about what I choose to nourish my body with for sustenance surrounding food and energetic properties and have broken up with lots of things that no longer benefit me in this powerful ageless growth process that I now don’t really give a shit about..
I believe stress, diet, and our emotions are a leading factor to so many health problems taking a toll on our over all being and making the aging process much faster than you can imagine..i had the neck of an old haggard lady prior to my surgical fusion (c3-c7) almost 9 years ago at the age of 39, realizing the amount of unnecessary stress I held captive in every crevice of my body..with a sheet of titanium and 8 screws and bolts, my neck is held together beautifully and I don’t take this life for granted any more..
Ive been noticing my menstrual cycle slowly beginning to fade away naturally with its lengthy absence, and then reappearing out of no where..with the support and help of my husband, I go for acupuncture (he’s the best) and a healer to help stabilize, balance and nourish all these wonderful transitions physically and emotionally so I am healthy as I change, grow, heal and evolve into the later part of my years..
I think there is something sexy in the coming age of 50 and the freedom of being secure in my skin that I have grown to love wrinkles, cellulite and flabby skin and all..its almost like the new 30’s except I am wiser and no longer in need to contribute to bullshit conversations and false friendships that are there as smoke, mirrors and social climbing during the season of raising your children..i can finally be the me WITHOUT APPOLOGY..
So salute to the woman of the real 50, who wear their age like a WARRIOR BADASS GODDESS of divine feminine..im happily coming for you ❤ peace love faith hope