I affectionately call my grey hairs “maturity highlights.” My fine lines are “pathways of awareness” and my loss of hearing… “selective” 😉
As a midlife therapist, every grey hair, wrinkle, and new ache reminds me that aging is a privilege.
I lost two babies who didn't get to age. My friend who died young didn't get wrinkles.
Every line on my face and ache in my body is proof I'm still here, living in my wild, messy, beautiful life!
I will never complain about aging. It's a gift!