I am not the woman I was twenty years ago.
And I'm okay with that. Strike that---I'm elated with that.
Yet you start to notice things as you get older; some good and some bad.
If you're lucky, your experiences will give you a broader perspective on life. Things that used to matter take on less importance, insecurities drop away and you just start to get it.
But I'm sure you've heard all of that before.
When I was a little girl growing up in my medium sized Midwestern city this is who I wanted to be when I grew up:
What doesn't look fun about that life? Plus you get to drive a nice car that you don't have to park, everyone knows you and Bobby Short is working the room.
I just LOVED that "Charlie" commercial and thought "That's how I want to live!"
Unfortunately, someone (and when I say someone I mean me) forgot to notify my school teacher mother to call the Carlyle in New York to reserve a booth.
So my life didn't exactly turn out like the Charlie commercial but as lives go, I did fairly well.
But now that I'm solidly in the middle of my forties I'm starting to notice talk centering around "aging well" and discussions of "getting work done" with a certain segment of my friends.
I'm thrilled that there are so many beautiful examples and images of graceful aging to inspire me as I continue my journey through this life.
I'm also thrilled that there are so many beautiful examples and images of women who have had just enough done to make themselves comfortable with their looks.
The views one has at thirty about cosmetic surgery are not necessarily the views one will have in their mid forties.
As long as you're happy, right?
I'll let you in on a secret---there is still a person I want to be when I grow up.
The woman who's old enough to be your mother (or grandmother) and always has that secret little smile on her face. The smile that gives very few things away but is all knowing.
The woman who has effortless style because she already know what looks good on her and won't fall victim to every trend.
A woman who keeps her own counsel because she already knows she's right.
More importantly, the woman who isn't trying to compete with twenty years olds because that her beauty lies in NOT being the wide eyed ingenue.
A woman of experience.
That's who I want to be when I grow up.