This year has felt like an initiation into genuine self love.

Loving my body deeply for what it does and for the miracle that it truly is.

I am looking at this lady I see reflected back at me in the mirror and I’m thinking “who is this??”

It’s wildly interesting to watch yourself shift like a butterfly. No trace of a caterpillar in sight.

Suddenly I am getting referrals for “mammograms” and “vaginal ultrasounds” like I’m a test subject. Inspecting my body in ways my youngster, party girl self is side eying like, “WTF?”

Yet, all fascinating.

I’m finding love for my womanhood.
For my cycles.
For women across generations and lifespans.

It’s a peculiar little process.

Last night I walked outside and was met with a magnificent starry night. The air, cool, crisp, fresh like clean linen. It carried a whiff of the year 2021. A whiff of you, freedom, and the sense of being carefree. A scent of that naive, childlike spirit I’ve held so dear. A trace of that grandiose feeling that everything and anything is possible! “I could conquer it all, and look cute doing it!” Ahhh… delightful!

But fast forward to now and I’m stacking up on supplements like the stores are going out of business and getting tired by like 2:00 P.M.

“WTF?” (side eye).

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Anyway, aging is fun. (It’s not, help me… just kidding… not really).

There is something sweet, solid and wonderful about this wisdom and wrinkles I’ve gained. Suddenly, I’m into antiques, researching “NAD,” and gua sha.

There’s also a greater focus on security for me. I’m wanting to buy a house and some land. Cash, no rent or mortgages because don’t even get me started on how mortgages are a scam. I have major gripes with the housing system. (But that’s a topic for another day).

So let’s circle back to the point before I fall asleep on my supplements as I type this…

A message to me:
I’m proud of you. I love you for you, no matter what. Thank you for the privilege to experience life as you. It’s been a wild and wonderful ride. I can’t wait to see what’s next.