The Beauty of Aging

We spend so much time, energy, and money to slow down visible signs of aging.

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

And no judgment. I’m here for it. I dye my hair religiously… I love you, Stef 🤍.

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

invisible aging

It’s a slow, powerful, and beautiful evolution that happens below the skin
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 that

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 -
but it also shows up everywhere

In how you move through the world
In how you treat yourself, and everyone in it

In my 40’s, invisible aging is my favorite. Sometimes I subtly see it in longtime friends and family… and you know… if you have a life-long friend, seeing invisible aging in each other becomes a joy and a deeper reason to love each another. 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…. dooo it

And also 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 the fountain of youth