this is 59


Today is my birthday.

Today I turn 59.

I’ve been thinking about it all week and have been contemplating what to write about it.

Aging is a privilege. It’s also inevitable. Age with awesomeness instead of dread.

I’m not trying to fight it. I’m trying to live my life with purpose. We only get one life. I see women (and I’m sure men do it to) trying to get as skinny as possible. Or they are trying to look as young as possible. They are trying to be the way they were in high school or college. Our bodies change. They change A LOT. We will never be the same way we were in high school or college. That’s a good thing. Our bodies go through so many changes. It’s so cool. Embrace instead of hate.

In the grand scheme of things, will it matter if you aren’t the skinniest you’ve ever been? Will it matter you aren’t the heaviest you’ve every been?

What does matter?

I’m getting closer to the age my dad was when he died. He had turned 60 about six weeks before that day in June. He lived his life. He had fun. I want to be that way.

How does someone age? However the fuck they want.

Age is an idea. People try to tell other people how they should live or what they should wear or how they should look and even how they should act.

If you know me at all, you know that’s not me. I will wear what I want. I will live the best I can and I will look the way I want. I want optimal health. Anyone who knows me, knows I want that for them too.

It looks different for everyone and feels different for everyone.

The only limitations are the ones we place on ourselves. In our minds. How we age is our choice. Nobody else’s.

Age the way you want to.

It’s a privilege.