10/06/2026
I wrote this little musing for my growing old disgracefully page but felt I wanted to share here too.
Entering my 60’s has brought a lot of positive reflection and a lot of liberation and this is how it felt.
Sooner or later, time wins every battle.
The years pass quietly, and one day we realise that youth has gently slipped through our fingers. Gravity, patient and relentless, leaves its mark. Wrinkles appear where laughter once lived, silver strands weave through our hair, and our bodies begin telling stories our faces can no longer hide.
No cream can erase a lifetime of smiles, tears, sacrifices, sleepless nights, and silent struggles. No miracle remedy can turn back the clock. We take our vitamins, search for the latest health secrets, and hope that one more healthy habit might slow the passage of time. Yet the years continue moving forward, as they always have.
We notice that our knees complain more than they used to. Reading small print becomes a challenge without glasses. Sleep sometimes feels like a distant visitor. The reflection in the mirror no longer resembles the young woman we once knew.
And then something beautiful happens.
We stop mourning who we were and begin embracing who we have become.
We realise that every line on our face represents a lesson learned, a challenge survived, a joy experienced, or a love deeply felt. We understand that beauty was never meant to last only in smooth skin or youthful features. True beauty grows deeper with time. It settles into kindness, compassion, wisdom, resilience, and grace.
What does it matter if gravity has done its work? What does it matter if our waistlines have changed or our hair has turned gray?
We have lived.
We have loved.
We have lost, learned, healed, and continued forward.
There may be younger faces around us, but they do not carry the same stories. They have not yet gathered the strength earned through life's storms or the wisdom that comes from rising again after every fall.
What a privilege it is to grow older.
What an honour it is to continue being mothers, wives, sisters, grandmothers, friends, and women who still have so much love left to give.
The greatest gift of this season of life is freedom, the freedom to stop pretending, to stop comparing, and to simply be ourselves.
To love ourselves as we are.
To appreciate the journey instead of longing for the beginning.
And after all we have endured, all we have celebrated, all we have cried through and learned from, we keep moving forward, not with fear of aging, but with gratitude for every day we are blessed to live.
Because growing older is not something to mourn.
It is a privilege denied to many.
And what a beautiful privilege it is 🦋
