The Beauty of Aging

We spend a lot of time, energy, and money to slow the visible signs of aging.

Dye it. Lift it. Inject it. Laser it. Smooth it. Freeze it in time.

And no judgment here. I mean I’m here for it. I dye my hair religiously. Have considered and priced different services, but haven’t committed (yet) beyond my salon. (Love you, Stef 🤍).

I’m thinking about the aging no one sees with eyes. It doesn’t show in selfies, likes or comments:

Invisible aging

The slow, powerful, beautiful evolution that happens under the surface.
When we let life soften our sharp edges — or sharpen our soft ones.
When years of experiences bring awareness of who we are… when we lean in to it.

To me, invisible aging also means taking everything less seriously.
Realizing that life is so damn short — it’s laughing more + worrying less.

So heck to the yes, I’ll drive my daughter’s convertible with the top down every chance I get.

Invisible aging doesn’t show up on your skin.
It shows up everywhere else.
In how you move through the world.
In how you treat yourself, and everyone in it. 

In my 40’s now, invisible aging is a favorite. Sometimes I can see it in longtime friends and family. It’s a reason I miss my grandparents, especially grandma Margaret. I miss feeling her presence and raw authenticity reflected so clearly.

So, yes — moisturize, wear the SPF, get the amazing haircut.

But honor the aging that happens in places no one can see.

That’s where the gold is.
That’s where the grace lives.
That’s where the kind of beauty that lasts is born. Maybe invisible aging fills your fountain of youth…