I will be 54 in the spring.
I’ve discovered the Accidental Icon blog I’ll link to at the bottom of this blog entry.
The goal is to admire not envy others.
In mid life it’s time to accept the things you cannot change.
And to change the things you’re able to.
I’m only 5 feet tall. I couldn’t possibly wear obdurate dangling earrings that steal the show. I would look ridiculous in a rust coat too.
Yet I find that observing that look I can take from it my own distinct variation: maybe my lightweight gray coat and the designer sunglasses picked up at a discount store.
It’s time to get wise to the Instagram-worthy selfies that others post on social media.
Research says that younger people are winding up depressed. Most likely it’s because they’re viewing the perfect-seeming feeds of peers.
“I admire people who seem to have a charmed life,” I told a woman I consider a friend.
“Seem to. That’s it. There’s no charmed life,” my friend shot back.
On the cusp of 54 it’s time to start liking yourself and your imperfections if you haven’t already made peace with these things.
I’ll only ever be 5 feet tall. I won’t have perfect hair ever.
Now I think trying to emulate another person who is supposed to be inspirational as a role model is a myth.
Trying to follow fashion trends is a myth too.
In your fifties you have to trust that you have enough and you are enough.
Regardless of what other people insinuate about your worth.
It’s called self-worth because it comes from within.
The Accidental Icon blog is my new added attraction.
I’m keen to riff on things this other blogger talked about.
Stayed tuned for my own city girl take on getting older.
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