Pajamas And Lipgloss

December 29 2020

There was a time when I wouldn’t leave the house without my makeup on, my hair styled, and the perfect pair of stilettos with a perfectly ripped pair of $300 jeans. I may have just been going to Walgreens, but it didn't matter. I lived in a town where botox was infused into the water, and facelifts were done on lunch breaks. I remember talking to a woman, waiting in line at the local Trader Joes, thinking she was about my age based on her looks. She dropped her wallet and I watched her struggle to bend down and pick it up. So I reached down, picked it up, and handed it to her. She thanked me and said her osteoporosis made it difficult to bend at the waist. I thought to myself…’but you look 40 years old’…..then after a bit more observation, I realized she was closer to 65.

I get the fact that we all want to look our best, and a little ‘nip tuck’ here and there isn't unusual. But at what point do you ‘own it’? At what point do you feel good in your own skin? I have realized it has nothing to do with fooling people into thinking you are younger, because at some point you’re going to have to whip out your drivers license. It has nothing to do with defying mother natures aging process because although your face is beautiful, you still may not be able to bend down and pick up your wallet.

All the botox, and fillers, and facelifts, and fat sucking cant delay mother natures timeline.

The real challenge is not finding the best doctor to take years off your face….its loving the skin you’re in. Every wrinkle has years of stories behind it. And those stories hold a treasure trove of lessons learned.

I’m as guilty as anyone of chasing my youth with a vile of Juvederm. But after I relocated to a new corner of the world, I was immediately reminded of what matters.

Kindness matters.

Honesty matters.

Staying true to yourself matters.

And helping others matters.

It’s exhausting to try and be impressive 24/7. And the fact is, there are plenty of people who will never be impressed with your efforts. As I transition into this chapter of my life, and as the noisy life I once knew becomes a fond memory, I have learned:

Wrinkles don't matter to the people who truly love you

Random acts of kindness are as much a gift to you as they are to them.

Walmart ‘onesies’ are much more comfortable than Victoria Secret synthetic rayon.

And Cover Girl lipgloss wears the same as Lancôme.

Another personal discovery I have found is…..engaging in conversations with the moose that frequently visit my home fill the empty spaces in my heart.

I didn't really think this transition in my life was that apparent to others until this past Christmas.

The simplification of my life, and the refocusing of whats important was apparently obvious to my dearest friends as well.

Instead of Dooney Bourke handbags, and Estee Lauder cosmetics……I lovingly received cozy pajamas, lipgloss, and chocolate.

Thats when I knew not only had I fully embraced this chapter of my life.…my friends did as well.

The beauty of life’s journey is, you may end up where you least expected to be….but that is exactly where you belong.

That’s when miracles happen.

But thats just my opinion..:)