Aging is hard—and beautiful!

It's hard to accept a body the neither responds as well to the care it receives like it used to, it wears out easily, and recovers slowly. Much of aging involves desperately clinging to smaller pant sizes, smooth skin, unbridled passions, and undeveloped ideas of beauty. These days, I've come to realize that while it is important to be more intentional on preserving my body by strengthening it, there is a point of accepting my body isn't the only thing changing.

For all my flabbergastedness at the puffiness, bumpiness, and what nots of my body (like dreading every cough and sneeze!), I'm delighted at the depth of wisdom and a sense of stability that is budding and flowering inside of me.

While the body slowly changes, the soul and spirit grow—exponentially!

As a result, I've discovered two (actually three) things:

1. I'm not losing my beauty, I'm finding it.

2. It's as if the best part of me has started to bloom.

3. —I don't miss youth as much as I thought I would.