Aging: Challenging, but better than the alternative!
Sep 11, 2025Today I want to talk about something inevitable. Something that no matter who you are, what your background is, or what you do- it’s going to happen. Aging.
Before I begin, I’d like to point out something very important —aging is a privilege. It’s something not everyone gets to experience. Every single year, every single laugh line, every wrinkle is proof that we are still here. We get to keep living, learning, growing, and loving. That is definitely a privilege.
Sometimes, though, aging is really, really hard. There are days when you open your closet and nothing feels right—not because you don’t have enough clothes, but because your body doesn’t feel like yours anymore.
You catch your reflection and tilt your head, wondering, When did that line show up? When did my arms start to look like that? When did my energy shift?
It’s not just about wrinkles or weight.
It’s about identity. About change. About realizing you’ve moved into a new season of life without even fully noticing. It’s gradual changes that sneak up—little by little—until one day you’re standing in a closet full of clothes that belonged to a different version of you.
And the grief that comes with that? It’s real.
Even if you’re grateful to be alive. Even if you love who you are becoming. You can be both. You can be thankful for aging and still feel disoriented by it. You can be proud of your strength and still miss your old energy. You can celebrate your wisdom and still wish your joints didn’t ache.
That’s the truth no one tells us: gratitude doesn’t erase grief. You don’t have to choose one or the other.
Today, I just want to say that: Yes, we are lucky to grow older. Also, yes, sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes we miss our younger bodies. Sometimes we miss the ease. The ease of everything! The clothes that just fit. The reflection that felt familiar.
All that doesn’t make us ungrateful—it makes us human.
So, what do we do?
We breathe. Sounds cliche, but it’s true. We let go of the pressure to bounce back, shape up, or stay forever young. We stop waiting for the “old us” to come back—and we get curious- and more comfortable- about the version of us that’s here now.
We clear out what no longer fits—not just physically, but emotionally.
We make space for joy. For comfort. For clothes that feel good and mornings that hopefully begin with positivity.
If you’re reading right now and aging feels a little heavier than usual, you’re not alone. In the last few years, I’ve noticed changes in myself. They’re not necessarily changes I wish to notice- thinner hair, some new aches and pains, and the realization that my grandmother wanting to take a nap every afternoon was absolutely genius.
However, this is what it looks like to grow older with grace and honesty—not perfection. Give yourself permission to age with love.
As my grandfather always said- “Aging is better than the alternative.”
