I turned 54 this year, and for the first time, I can truly see and feel myself getting older. It is not a bad thing, not something I fear, but something that makes me pause when I catch my reflection in the mirror. It happened this August (Shout to being a Virgo girl! :)
Here’s the thing: There are moments when I recognize the woman I have always been, and then there are glimpses of the years that have passed, years filled with work, love, struggle, and lots of joy. The tiny lines that have settled around my eyes are not unwelcome; they are reminders that I have lived a full life and earned every mark with laughter, with tears, and with resilience. #reallife #realtalk
For so long, I was focused on doing, chasing, and proving that life is more than I can imagine. Now I am looking at age in a new way. It is less about time running out and more about time opening up. I am not in a race with anyone anymore, and I am choosing to see these years as an invitation to live with peace. I am focusing on moving through my days with gratitude and giving more of myself to the things and people that make my life feel abundant. The pace has shifted for me in my life as I am getting older. What used to feel like a push to hustle now feels like a release to slow the fuck down. And, yes, I meant to say that.
Sitting in front of the mirror this morning, I can see the younger versions of myself layered in the woman I am today. WOW, I am aging whether I want to admit it or not.
The girl who once doubted her worth. The young mother who carried so much on her shoulders. The woman who fought to carve out a life of her own. They are all still there, but they no longer speak with urgency. They whisper, reminding me that I have already lived and loved and worked hard, and that it is safe now to rest a little, to savor, and to be fully present in who I am becoming. And I am not cutting myself short on living a good life now.
Fifty-four feels different now. It feels frail and softer but also stronger and wiser. It is a season where peace matters more than noise and where gratitude outshines the need for perfection. This age is not a finish line; it is a doorway into a fuller, freer version of myself, and I am grateful to step through it with open eyes and an open heart.
How do you see yourself as you grow older? Share your reflections in the comments, I’d love to know how aging looks and feels for you.
Until Next Time,
XO Tangie
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