4 days ago I turned 44 years old. For the past three years though I’ve thought more about aging than I care to admit. About the things I have spent my life trying to fix, things I’ve tried to change, to shrink, to smooth. About the insane expectations I place on myself without ever realizing I am doing so until I end up exhausted and overwhelmed and wondering what in the hell I am so worked up about.

I’ve decided I don’t want to spend quite so much time doing these things anymore, life is filled with too many beautiful, wonderful, and breath stealing moments to have these get in my way. I don’t want to apologize or explain the silver in my hair, the lines on my face or the baggier my style has gotten. I don’t want to apologize for the times I’ve changed my mind, or about the person I am still figuring out how to become.

I have no particular wisdom to offer, I am not an expert in aging, or hormones, confidence or style. I certainly do Not have it all figured out but maybe that’s the point, maybe someone else out there feels the same and so here I am, a confused human in the middle of my life, trying to remember a few things that I think are worth remembering. (Because brain fog is a real asshole and a daily occurrence)

So here is where I will write some of them down, things to remember, things to love about getting older, things that suck and hopefully some things that helped me get through the suckiness.

Maybe we can remind each other.

We are allowed to change.

We are allowed for that change to hurt.

We are allowed to age and wrinkle and slow.

We are allowed to take up space.

We are allowed to become an entirely new version of ourselves at any point along the way.

That life is beautiful and short and there is always time for ice cream.

I love you all.

Be kind to yourself.

xo

Sarah

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