We do know that to be alive is to age, and aging is inherently a losing proposition to which we must surrender, with grace or not.
I tried several times to create a new identity and put myself and my offering out into the world. It would launch quite well, and then gradually fizzle out.
What would my 20-year-old self think of my almost 40-year-old self? She’d probably think, "Oh fuck, you still haven’t done any of that stuff? Now it’s way too late. You’re old. You missed the boat." And I’d say, "Yeah, I know, I know, I’ve been thinking that too."
I'm honoring this temple I live in by dusting and decluttering every room, getting rid of any regrets and resentments. Just watch me reach the 50s walking like a queen. The one who defeated shame and guilt for her empire.
We are given this human vessel to look after, and it's our responsibility to nourish it with excellent self-care. Beyond the physical, it's the feeling of aliveness that we need to nurture to stay youthful and enthusiastic about life.
I still feel 17, so who is this adult you speak of, this adult you expect me to be? I don't remember signing up for this. I have no idea who I am or what I think anymore, and I'm tired of being weighed down by thoughts that aren't my own. They are the thoughts society has berated us with all ...