AGING IS OUR SUPERPOWER

I was sitting with my classmates at Arthur Findlay College when I heard it again and again:

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“Wait. You’re how old? You have grandkids?”
 

And I admit it, sometimes I still get a hit of dopamine when they say it with that much surprise.
 

But over the past few years, I’ve spent a good amount of time reflecting on my relationship with aging, and I’ve realized something pretty powerful:
 

When I lived in the U.S., I poured a lot of energy into preserving my youth. It seemed like everyone around me was doing the same—as if resisting aging was just part of the culture, something we all agreed to do.

I wore hair extensions, covered my roots, kept up with microneedling and laser treatments, gel manicures, and a relentless workout routine. I got Botox for my son’s wedding, and in my twenties I even got breast implants (read more about that here).

But after traveling the globe for the past two and a half years, I've experienced a shift.

I’ve noticed how women in other parts of the world seem to embrace aging with a bit more ease and acceptance than many of the women I was surrounded by at home. Women growing out their natural hair color, letting their bodies soften and take their natural shape, allowing smile and laugh lines to settle in without resistance.

And something else about these women caught my eye. They seemed to carry a kind of freedom. This gentleness. This groundedness. They didn't seem to be spending as much time, money, and mental energy trying to maintain a version of themselves from the past. They were more focused on living in the moment.

They had creative passions, meaningful friendships, rich inner worlds. They had wisdom- earned, embodied, and shared with their families and communities. They loved themselves more freely, which made space for them to love others freely too.

Maybe they didn't match the world’s standard of beauty, but they radiated this inner light that flowed from the inside out.

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And I was drawn to it in a way I can't deny.
 

Over the past few years, I’ve been practicing how to fully embrace my natural way of being. I wear makeup when it feels fun, not because I feel like I need to. I’ve let my silver hair (which I'm loving) show its natural glow. Most days I don’t blow out my hair, worry about my smile lines, or focus on the crepey skin on my neck.

I just gently notice what is, and let it be.

I won’t pretend this journey has been easy, especially considering where I’ve come from. It’s taken a lot of conscious rethinking and deep unwinding. It’s taken patience, grace, and sitting through some real discomfort. It’s required me to release old habits of comparison, and instead return, again and again, to myself.

Mirror work. Reading. Self-love rituals. Gathering in safe, soulful spaces with like-minded women. This has been my medicine. And through all of it I've come into a new way of being.  I've added a new line to my document:

"I am taking excellent care of my body and embracing the ageing process as it naturally occurs. It is my pleasure to be healthy, vibrant, radiant, and sexy for the next 50 years of my life."  
 

In this I've found a deep respect for myself. A grounded clarity around who I am. A disconnection from the world's standards and a deep sense of my own. This is the season of my becoming. A woman led not by trends or timelines, but by my own potent, powerful, ageless wisdom. 

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I invite you to walk with me into a new way of seeing aging. Not as decline, but as a deepening. Not as something to battle, but something to honor. This is a sacred initiation, where every line on our face becomes a story etched in calligraphy, every white hair a thread of wisdom.
 

I'm inviting us to explore the idea that menopause is not something to dread, it’s an upgrade. A biological and spiritual threshold, a rite of passage, a clearing of what no longer serves, and an awakening of our deeper intelligence. We are not disappearing, we are becoming more visible than ever, to ourselves and to the world.
 

And now, as our children need us less and our days open up with more space, we finally have the chance to turn inward. To rediscover what lights us up. To remember why we came here. This season of life holds the quiet joy of listening for the call of our soul's mission, and following it with curiosity and delight.
 

I’ve lived through the unraveling, the grief, the letting go. And now, I’m ready to hold space for the beauty, the power, and the mystery of this season. It’s where we remember that aging is not the end of youth, but the beginning of sovereignty. A time when our truest, wildest, most radiant selves come alive.
 

If your heart is stirring, maybe this journey is calling you too.