It’s been a hot minute since I’ve blogged.
Honestly, part of that is because I didn’t feel like I had anything worth sharing…or maybe it was just a little writer’s block. But today felt like the day to jump back in here.
The thing about writer’s block is that it often comes with simply being human and not AI. My words will always come from my heart, my brain, and my fingers. Imperfect, real, thoughtful, emotional, and lived. So, let’s roll….
I turned 61 in March. Yay! 🎉
I don’t share that because I’m looking for extra celebration or praise, but because I genuinely feel grateful to have reached this beautiful age.
That number carries a different kind of weight than previous birthdays. Not because I’m afraid of aging, but because I’m more aware than ever that life is finite.
At some point, you realize you’re no longer climbing the front side of the mountain. You’re standing somewhere on the back half of life. And while that realization can feel heavy, it can also bring incredible clarity.
I don’t take mornings lightly anymore.
I don’t take my health lightly.
I don’t take movement, adventure, laughter, or connection lightly.
I’ve lived long enough to understand how quickly everything can change.
I’ve watched people leave this earth too soon. I’ve watched bodies fail, plans change, and entire seasons of life disappear before anyone was ready for them to end. Loss has a way of sharpening your perspective. It teaches you that time is not something to casually assume you’ll always have more of.
And maybe that’s exactly why I feel such a strong desire to keep living fully.
To keep moving.
To keep training.
To keep exploring trails, roads, and new places.
To keep learning.
To keep building.
To keep becoming.
I’m not interested in quietly fading into the background simply because society expects a certain slowing down after a certain age. I’ve been a bit of a rebel most of my life, so I’m certainly not about to start listening now.
That doesn’t mean I’m trying to outrun aging. Aging is part of the privilege of being alive.
And trust me, I feel it sometimes.
Recovery takes longer. Some things ache now that never used to ache. Heck, sometimes I think I injure myself sneezing, sleeping, or doing practically nothing at all. There are constant reminders that time is moving, whether I acknowledge it or not.
But I refuse to confuse aging with surrender.
The goal isn’t to stay young forever. The goal is to stay alive while you’re alive.
There’s still too much life I want to experience.
I want to stay curious.
I want to stay strong.
I want to continue doing hard things.
I want to keep proving to myself that growth doesn’t end at some arbitrary number.
Because I’ve learned something important:
The goal isn’t to stay young forever. The goal is to stay alive while you’re alive. Fully alive.
So yes, I know I’m on the back half of life. But I’m going to make the most of it. Every. Single. Minute.
I’m definitely not going down easy. I hope you don’t either.
Denise xo
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