Living In Truth

Personal Stories of Triumph, Pain and Everything In-between…

I don’t know about you but at the age of 54 I feel like I am in my 30s or 40s. Just to say “I am 54” gets caught in my throat. Really where did the time go?

The funniest thing about getting older is thinking people are middle aged when you are probably the same age if not older…

All my life I was told how beautiful I was – as I grow older I find my identity shifting and insecurities creeping in. Am I the only one?

I have had so many successes in my life and some how that is not what comes to my mind quite the opposite. I have always believed looks fade but who we are as people lasts forever. Still so very true – so why am I having these thoughts…

I believe I am still attractive, but youth has fled and it makes me realize that one can feel insecure even in there 50’s. I suppose I thought that as I got older I would become more settled and satisfied in who I was.

I love those women who are growing older and make no apologies to themselves or anyone else. I always believed I would be one of those strong independent self-assured women. What happened?

Perhaps, I show my self to be that woman – but in the still quiet hours, when I am alone with myself I know that I still have a lot of work to do.

 

It ain’t over until its over…

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Do you ever wonder how you get through the day when some of the most important people in your life are not around anymore?  The thoughts and feeling so bitter sweet. The memories come in and you just wish you could have one more day, one more hour, one more minute with them. To tell them how much you love them… Or to breath in their love for you – the love that will replenish your soul and heal your heart…

I am missing those who have gone before me – my mom, dad, sister, grandma, grandpa they all played a major part of who I am as a person.

They were so vital and alive – the love I felt from them was pure and so encompassing.  How could they be here one minute and just gone the next…

Life is strange – I am so glad I believe in a life after death if I didn’t I would surly die of a broken heart…

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