Aging is this thing people talk about, and you blow it off when you’re younger. Ah, whatever. That won’t happen to me. And then one day you squat down to pick something up, your knees crack and you let out a sound usually reserved for birthing an elephant, and realize it’s happening.I’m 44, and of course I feel a difference as I age.
I have less energy, my body has more sag and road-map lines on it, and my list of aches and pains can now fit on a biblical scroll.
It can be discouraging, but I keep trying to find a balance of fighting it hard by taking care of myself and leaning into it the best I can by not getting so discouraged that I miss the good parts of aging.As I age, I’ve noticed the one gift it has afforded me is clarity.
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