Do You Ever Worry If You're Dressing Your Age?
Nah. Not even then.
So I was staring at the shoes. But the shoes weren’t even the issue. Why was I questioning my choice? It’s my life. I can wear whatever I want. But the little voice in my head had never steered me wrong. The problems come when I ignore it.
The shoe is just one example. I have wondered, how should my makeup change as I get a little older? What about my hair? When does longer than shoulder-length hair become trying too hard to look like my daughter? Is there a rule book? I need a copy.
Well, never fear. I bought the shoes. Because with age also comes a huge dose of who cares what you think? I loved the shoe, so I got it. I do wonder how many more of these episodes I will be faced with? What will I start questioning next?
As a woman, there is no way I am going to fade into a wallflower. That is just not my style. I am going to do whatever makes me happy. I am sure I will be that little old lady still sporting hot pink ankle pants and five-inch platform heels.
Okay. Maybe two inches.
Aging is a process. It happens slowly, when you aren’t looking. It is not only physical. It is also a mental journey. I share my experiences with you. I cannot be the only one who has started questioning how to ease into middle age.
I am 40. I still want to be stylish(ish). I still want to be relevant. I still want to be fun. That doesn’t change because I hit a milestone.
Figuring it all out. One blog post at a time.