Love Series: Lovin My Laugh Lines, Beauty in Age

I celebrate love all year round, but when February arrives more people join me in my love for love! As a tribute to love, for the month of February musingsbythebay.com will be hosting guest posts from a handful of amazing bloggers. Sarah from www.50poundmonkey.com is kicking off our love series with a funny and inspiring post on maintaining self-love as we age.

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Guess what world, I’ll be 50 soon! And, I couldn’t care less what number shows up on my cake. You can bet there will be cake, lots of cake, because quite honestly, as the number gets bigger, life just keeps getting better.

There’s no law that says that you have to grow up. I’m pretty sure that I don’t act my age, nor do I plan to in the future, but good things come with age.

I laugh in the Botoxed face of vanity, and, you might find this a bit shocking (sit down if you need to), I LOVE my laugh lines.

There’s evidence right there on my face that I’ve lived, and loved, and laughed.

Oh, how I love to laugh! I’m constantly amazed, amused, chagrined, humbled, saddened and sickened at our society’s propensity to obsess (obscenely) over the perceived notion that getting older is a crime of nature and that time is a cruel mistress.

It seems ludicrous when you really sit back (a glass of wine helps) and ponder the idea that we somehow become something less as we age.

We seem to have swallowed that bass-awkward thought hook, line and sinker (to the absolute delight of plastic surgeons and cosmetic companies I might add). We’ve accepted the notion that getting older is something that should be fought tooth (think veneers) and nail (acrylic).

I’m here to declare loud and proud that getting older is a joy!  I say that with a straight but slightly wrinkled face, and a well used heart.

With each birthday, I find that I like myself a whole lot more than I once thought I did. I’ve mellowed in so many ways.

What a relief it is to like, no, make that LOVE,  who I am.

I’m proud that I’m a mom, an athlete, a writer, a wife, a marketing professional, a friend, a laugher, an empathizer, a philanthropist, an optimist, an outdoorsy woman, a helper, a board member, a tennis player, a soccer lover, a traveler, and so many other cool and wonderful things.

I recognize that despite the fact that I pen a blog about trying to lose that 50 Pound Monkey, that I find the “humor in the face of fat.” I relish the idea that I’ve become decidedly wiser, stronger and more confident.

And mellow, did I mention that? I do not live in Colorado (grin); I’m not that kind of mellow, but I’ve found that the older I get, there’s some slack in the line. I’m not wound so tight.

I am completely and utterly imperfect and I’m good with that.

I have found that I’m more tolerant of people who are doing their best, but annoy the hell out of you anyway. I find that it’s easier to see (even with my ever increasing prescription readers) what’s in people’s hearts and find their good.

It is so much easier to speak my mind (the disappearing filter phenomenon maybe?) when I need to. I stand up for people.

With every birthday my need to impress every single person diminishes. I’m so much more selective about who and what deserves my time and my passion. I’ve learned to say no, politely and without remorse, of course.

There’s so much to look forward to. 

I love my age. I’m okay with getting older. I’m certainly not rushing it. I’m savoring it. Hello, you’re getting older, too. Embrace that fact!

Stop wasting energy and years of your life (not to mention money) in denial. It most definitely is a fact, a universal truth that we cannot change.Think about what you are, make a list even.  Are you a parent? A hard worker? A gentle friend? A soul mate? A joker? A musician? A student?

Think about what you know. What do you believe? Who do you love?

We all have a journey in this life. Some of us take the scenic routes, some take the bullet trains and some of us are standing beside the freeway with our thumbs up, but that’s okay!

You’re wiser than you were last year and probably cooler, too.

Birthdays are milestones that should be appreciated. Celebrate that extra year. Love getting older.

Yes, life is short. Better to enjoy the ride while you can still feel the wind in your hair or on your bald head. Age is a good thing.

My mom once told me that she thought her 40s were the best time of her life, but that was before she hit 50. “Oh honey,” she said with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, “Sixty is even better!”

She had beautiful laugh lines.

Written By: Sarah Rooney

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Sarah is an award winning business development rep, mom, and tennis player who aspires to bring a little light and fun into people’s days while delivering value to business, competition and life. She believes that experience trumps material possessions and personal integrity is essential.

You can find her writing at: www.50poundmonkey.comwww.fridayforgood.com, and www.adverbcreative.com

 

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16 thoughts on “Love Series: Lovin My Laugh Lines, Beauty in Age”

  1. I agree, birthday’s should be a celebration no matter what age. If your older, it’s even better because it just shows that your still healthy and living a full life! 🙂

  2. I love your outlook on age! And you are right, wrinkles from laughing have to be the best wrinkles there are. I hope to keep seeing age in your perspective as the years pass by. And happy early birthday to you!

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