Cheryl's Saturday Morning Thoughts
As I stand here in front of the mirror and dermaplane my upper lip once again (if you've been through menopause don't even ACT like you ain't done it too 😂) I realized something. Women my age, we are at the point in life where we thank God for His love, grace & mercy and another day on this earth. Because we're thankful for those things, we can laugh about the little things. If this had happened to us in our 20's or 30's I don't think we could've laughed about it then. There's something beautiful about aging and that is ACCEPTANCE. I truly think we start giving ourselves the same love, grace & mercy we've spent so many years giving to everyone else. The kind that we don't seem to give ourselves in our youth. Sure, we snap, crackle & pop when we get up, we have to crawl to a piece of furniture to get off the floor, we have reading glasses stuck in every nook & cranny in every room of the house and we have to pluck a random hair from our face once in awhile. But now we become more aware that life is a gift, not a guarantee. We know people who aren’t here anymore. We carry memories of loved ones we’ve lost. We understand in a way our younger selves couldn’t that every birthday is a privilege denied to many. So because of this we become softer toward ourselves. Not weaker. Softer. More forgiving. More patient. More willing to say, “I am who I am, and God has been good to me.” And y'all! That’s a kind of wisdom that simply has to be earned.
And so we give ourselves grace and we're able to laugh at things that probably would've horrified us in our youth. Because underneath the laughing is a quiet gratitude:
“I’m still here. God is still good. My family is still loved. And today is another day I’ve been given."
And ladies, that's a beautiful trade for a few extra trips to the magnifying mirror. Isn't it?
Or maybe not.... 😂😂