I am enjoying my forties. I have a better sense of who I am – both my assets and my foibles. I am kinder to me, more accepting of myself, and I take better care of body and soul than I did in previous decades.
I like this trend and think I’ll keep it as I move into my fifties.
I still have the same character, but I am more comfortable being me. Oh – I just realized, I have become that favorite pair of jeans we all hang onto – ripped a little, frayed bottoms, faded, but so comfortable they just slip right on.
And like those jeans, it would have been impossible for me to start out that way. Sure at first, they were desirable for being new and fancy. They fit well and looked good. But over time, the look changed, became more worn, but also more beloved. The fit and shape remained reasonably the same, but they softened, they feel good, they feel like me.
I like being me.
And like the jeans, I couldn’t have felt this way in my twenties…because it’s my twenties that helped me break those jeans in.