Just a quick thought for the night. Earlier this evening, I went for a wardrobe makeover at a favourite Toronto shop (Fresh Collective). I took home a couple of things that I felt gorgeous in, and as people do these days, I shared a picture on the ol’ Instagram.
And I looked at it…
Not to toot my own horn too much, but dude… I’m going to be 40 in April.
It’s kind of weird!! Ha! But I looked at this picture and just smiled. I’m not wearing any foundation, just some colour in my brows (as I started losing my hair there of all places) and that hair colour on my head isn’t from a bottle- it’s all mine. (I dyed my hair for 20+ years. I love how going to my natural colour as I approach my 4th decade was considered a “bold” move. So what if there is some grey?! I earned that grey!!*)
But that’s me I stared at, and I like me! I don’t like me every day, but the good days outweigh the bad.
I am quite thrilled to have bid adieu to my 20s, to be honest. I have (mostly) adored my 30s. I’m a bit scared about 40, but more so- I love this river of calm that comes with it… being comfortable in my own skin. A quote on my fridge sums this post up best:
“But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!”
(* Honestly? I hardly have any grey hair. I have a couple strands. I love them dearly.)