I saw this the other day and it is probably the truest statement I have ever come across. When I was younger, I’m sure that 40’s seemed ancient. However, the way my grandmother and mom have carried themselves through the years, getting older was never a fear of mine.
I have never been one to be concerned with getting older. The grays, the wrinkles, the everything that comes with it. I have earned every single one of those gray hairs. All the laugh and worry lines and especially those WTF lines.
I enjoy the calmness that comes with getting older. Trivial things don’t matter anymore. I am who I am and there is nothing to apologize for. Drama is irrelevant. I have no time for things or people that create it and I have no problem removing those things from my life. In my 20’s, I would have second guessed myself about that.
It has become easier to set boundaries and stick to them. I have a somewhat chaotic routine that I love. I have friends that really are friends. I have a unrequited love for being at home but also a unrelenting desire to go on adventures. (Just not too much of an adventure).
As the pic above states: I love this shit so much. We we are all younger and looking forward to being an adult? This is what we are looking forward to. This amazing unapologetic realness.