by Tammy Taylor~
I’m 55 years old, y’all. But here’s the thing – I’m not ashamed of my age. I love being Fifty-Five!
Wait, don’t we all want to appear younger than we are? It’s true that many folks try to do everything they can to fight against showing their age. In a society that seems to glorify youth, I guess they just feel better about themselves if they look younger than their years. And here’s the important thing – that’s OK!
There’s NO shame in that, y’all – do what makes you happy.
But personally, I’m not in constant pursuit of looking younger than I am. And I’m not gonna lie – it feels pretty good! I’m very happy in my own skin – gray hair, wrinkles & all!
This photo used for mirror illustration only was taken about 4 years ago – There are many more grays now!
Don’t get me wrong, my younger years were awesome. But I’ve exchanged some of those awesome things in my 20’s for something that typically comes ONLY with years of living. Wisdom.
Yep, it takes walking down that road of life before you can learn those life lessons. And they all stack up as the years go by, making you richer & richer in your accumulated wisdom.
Oh sure, my 20’s were filled with that physical youth. You know, a tiny waistline and shiny auburn hair. And no wrinkles! Plus exciting life-steps & lots of stamina to get things done. Many of those attributes have faded for me as the years have gone by. But they’ve been replaced by things just as awesome.
Life in My 20’s
You see, my 20’s were filled with having my children and setting up household. I was busy raising them to be healthy, happy, responsible, caring people. Plus I was also pursuing a career. It was a busy time indeed and included lots of important life steps make no mistake. It’s good I had all that stamina of my youth back then!
My 30’s were good in their own right as I climbed the corporate ladder. I looked to the future as I struggled to pad my retirement fund. I held my children’s hands through their teenage years. It was a confusing time for them as there were relationships, acne, peer pressure and more to guide them through. But they knew I would give them space when they required it, but that I was right there for anything and everything they needed. My children were my strongest focus during these years, the same as they were in my 20’s.
Life in My 40’s
RancherMan & I became empty-nesters in our 40’s as our children graduated and moved off to begin their own lives. Them being on their own shifted the primary focus away from raising our children and more into setting up our home and life to our new normal. One by one the kids graduated and moved away. Then in my later 40’s we became grandparents. Now I don’t have to tell you how much love can be crammed into one of those precious littles!
So you see, each season of my life has had its ups and downs but I’ve lived life well and come through it all strong. Each season is precious in its own right. The 40’s were our transition years as RancherMan & I went from raising our children to watching them fly the nest and begin lives of their own.
My Glorious 50’s
Then the 50’s hit. Oh sure, the gray hair was coming in large swaths now! But RancherMan & I were empty nesters and there is a whole different freedom that we feel.
Want to skip supper tonight or opt for fend-for-yourself cold cereal instead? Sure, as long as missing a balanced meal doesn’t happen often. We’re not trying to nourish the young growing bodies of our children anymore. So meal time is always flexible. (although we typically eat pretty healthy and almost always homemade food)
There’s a concert in a nearby town tonight? Let’s go! We don’t need to check to see if there’s a soccer game or PTA meeting. Again, the freedom of flexibility is a beautiful thing!
Or RancherMan decides on a romantic weekend at a B&B in a nearby town? Heck yeah, let’s go. No arrangements need to be made for the kids. We’ve become newlyweds again. Our focus now on each other and not on the business that surrounded our life with a young family.
Yes I’m sporting quite a bit of gray hair these days and my fair share of wrinkles too. But I’m proud to be 55! I’ve grown quite a bit from my 20’s self and I’ve come a long way. I enjoyed my 20’s, 30’s and 40’s. But I’m absolutely loving my 50’s. And I’m proud of the reflection I see in my mirror.
So I don’t bother fretting over looking my 55-year-old age. Don’t look for me to be covering those grays any time soon. They’re proof of life well lived & I’ve earned each & every one of them!
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