I'm not quite sure how this post is going to transpire, but I've been mulling over aging lately in my mind and with some friends, whom luckily have had similar sentiments and thoughts. Being thirty something I think is a time when you start to recognize defining moments in relation to age. In that same regard, I feel like some time has slipped away and I never really got the memo that I am categorized as older, even to folks in their late 20's.
I have a terrible habit of trying to figure out someone's age when I first meet them. Sometimes I could swear I had to be younger than a person I just met, but then I find out I've got 5 years on them. Isn't it strange how we perceive our age in relation to others? I definitely feel like I'm more of an early 30 something than a late 30 something creeping into the big 4-0. For the record, I am not a late 30 something, but it all just slowly rolls itself into one big ball.
Having two small children can keep you active and on your toes. But when you combine loss of sleep, with various other body taxing scenarios such as, breast feeding and pregnancy sometimes you can just feel down right old. Or older. And definitely no spring chicken. Wrinkles seem to appear at a pace more familiar to hormonal changes and blemishes, when I was younger. Kinda strange.
Words such as collagen boosting, wrinkle minimizing, and youthful glow are boldly adorning bottles of cream in my medicine cabinet. I've even given a thought to the big B, yes Botox. A thought, I said. I hate the maze of wrinkles in my forehead, complete with permanent frown lines in between my eyebrows. Yes, I am a brow furrower and I am paying the price for it. And, the easy fix, bangs just aren't my thing. I am not a bang girl.
So for me it's about finding the balance with aging. I want to stay in touch with trends, but not be trendy (no mini skirts for me!). Maintain a healthy diet because we all know the pounds slowly creep up even when your diet hasn't dramatically changed for the worse. I believe firmly in surrounding yourself with friends that keep you feeling young, that value the same lifestyle as you do.
I wouldn't turn back the hands of time, if given the opportunity. I love how with aging, life has given me grace and maturity, an ability to step back from situations I would have held onto with dear life. I have a new perspective and confidence in who I am, who I want to become, and what attributes I have happily outgrown. I know someday, I'll look back on my woes of aging in my thirties and just laugh. I am sure I will give anything for the youthful glow that adorns me today.