I Secretly Want a Makeover (And the Shock of the iPad Mirror)
I rarely admit this out loud, but somewhere in my late fifties, I want a makeover.
Aging, Purpose, and the Thoughts We Rarely Admit
What does it mean to be aging wisely? Here are reflections on the unexpected gifts, physical realities, and quiet freedoms of growing older without pretending we aren’t.
I rarely admit this out loud, but somewhere in my late fifties, I want a makeover.
Twenty years of reliable hard work. Still living paycheque to paycheque. Something doesn’t add up.
A stranger’s untied shoelace and a freezing morning reminded me what small kindness actually does.
Four days off taught me more about happiness than years of hard work ever did.
Twenty years of working Christmas Day. A card, a call, and no apologies for the quiet version.
At 57, I’ve never bought a new vehicle. Admitting that brought something unexpected back.
The pressure to find a partner quietly disappeared. I didn’t expect to feel so relieved about it.
I caught my reflection in a shop window and didn’t recognise myself. The grey hair gave it away.
After 50, balance isn’t about keeping all the plates spinning. It’s knowing which ones to drop.