Greetings my lovelies,

I’ve been thinking a lot about the mental trap of aging lately. I look around and I see two very different worlds, and the gap between them is terrifying. It’s a wake-up call that most people are sleeping through while they rot.

In one world, I have my sister Vickie—not by blood, but by heart and soul. She is absolutely gorgeous. If you saw her in person or online, you wouldn’t believe her age for a second. She is older than me, but I’m not disclosing her age; it doesn’t matter because she’s living proof that numbers are a lie. After years of bad relationships and escaping a horrible marriage, she finally connected with the love of her life. Now, she is vibrant and living her best life. It’s fun to watch her being young. She’s aging with this vibrant, visible grace because she hasn’t invited the “vulture” of complacency to sit on her shoulder. She’s still in the game. She’s still present. She hasn’t let the world shrink her down.

Then, I see other women—some ten years younger than her—who look beaten down. I don’t want to be rude, but they look “haggish.” It’s sad to see. They’ve started acting like “good women”—polite, quiet, and shrinking into the corners of their own lives. They don’t color their hair, they don’t cut it, and they don’t shape it. It just hangs there, dragging them down and making them look years older than they are. They dress like “old women” because they’ve already decided they are one.

It’s like they’re spending their 50s and 60s rehearsing for a casket, trading their spark for a version of maturity that is really just a slow-motion surrender to gravity and boredom.

The Reality Check: Do We Age?

Let’s get real for a second. Let’s talk about the things the “positivity” gurus try to gloss over. 

Do we all age? YES. 

Do we all gain weight? YES. 

Do we get ailments and illnesses? YES. 

Does life get hard? YES. 

Do we have loved ones get sick or pass away? YES. 

Does life get stressful? YES.

The question isn’t whether these things happen. They are coming for all of us. The question is: Are you going to let your age dictate how you look and feel? Seriously?? Just because the car has miles on it doesn’t mean you stop washing it or let the engine rust out. We have to acknowledge the wear and tear, but we do NOT have to let it take the life out of us. You can be 55 and be a Ferrari, or you can be 55 and be a scrap heap. The choice is in the maintenance.

How the Vulture Wins (And How to Push Back)

If you want to know how to get “old” before your time, it’s easy. Most people follow a script of surrender. But you can choose a different path:

• The Tech Rebellion: Don’t decide that new software or new ideas are “too much work.” I stay tech-obsessed because the moment you stop adapting, you lose your seat at the table. I’m on my Nintendo Switch 2 playing Disney Dreamlight Valley and Animal Crossing: New Horizons, I’m blogging, and I’m all over social media. Try this: Pick up a controller or a new app and master it. Don’t let the digital world pass you by just because you think you’re “past it.”
• The “Joy” Embargo: People tell themselves they’re too old for “childish” things. I say screw that. I eat Lucky Charms, I buy Kinder Eggs for the toys on my desk—I have a lot of them and I’m not stopping—and I collect stuffed animals. Try this: Go buy that one “juvenile” thing you used to love and put it somewhere you can see it every day.
• The Invisibility Cloak: Don’t let your hair “just hang there.” Get a cut with a shape, color it, and do your nails. I bought myself a bright yellow blouse and a bright blue one for work specifically to feel vibrant. I wear my jeans and I walk around in bare feet. Try this: Ditch the beige for a day and wear the loudest color in your closet.
• The “Safe” Trap: Don’t trade your edge for “safe” routines. I blast everything from the 50s to the 90s—Wham! (“Bad Boys” and “Club Tropicana”), Duran Duran (“Wild Boys”), Frankie Goes to Hollywood (the “dirty” version of “Relax”). When Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” hits that drum break, you better be feeling it. Try this: Put on the song that made you feel invincible at nineteen and crank the volume until the windows rattle.

The “Too Old” Excuse (Looking at You, Babe)

This isn’t just a “ladies’ problem.” It’s a plague among the guys, too. Ronnie, I’m calling you out right now, babe.

He sees these men who are older than him with rock-solid, fit bodies and he’s like, “Holy shit, look at him!” But in the next breath? “I can’t do that, I’m too old.” Or the classic deflection: “That’s steroids!”

WHAT THE FUCK, BABE? You aren’t older than them. You’re 5’11”, already lean, and I’ve seen you rock a body like that in the past. People use their birth year as a shield against effort. “I am too old to lose weight!” Or I’m too old to dance, to sing, or to have fun. No, you’re just choosing to be a relic. It’s easier to sit on the couch and complain than it is to pick up a weight or a manual. Don’t let the struggle to stay young scare you into a comfortable decay.

The Consumption of Life

Staying young isn’t about a fountain; it’s about a fight. It’s about being “too much” on purpose.

• Watch and Listen: Watch the icons. Consume the art that makes you feel alive. If it’s loud, vibrant, and nostalgic, it’s fuel.
• Eat and Drink: I love hitting NY Pizza for a slice and a Coke. Tonight is finger foods. Life should have flavor. And for the drinks? I prefer non-alcoholic ones, but I make them an experience with the right ritual.
• Refuse the Muzzle: Don’t be “polite” if it means being small. Be loud. Be outlandish. If people think you’re “too much,” that’s a “them” problem. Manage your own volume; don’t let society turn the dial down for you.

No More Bullshit

I’ve spent too much time being a doormat for corporate vampires; I’m not about to become a doormat for time, either. I’ve tried talking the bullshit talk. I’ve tried saying “I’m going to do this” and then quitting.

Well, starting this weekend, that ends. I am going full-on with my weight loss goals. This month, there is nothing holding me back. NOTHING. I’m done with the excuses, the “safe” choices, and the “good woman” performance.

WE DON’T HAVE TO GIVE IN!! 

We can take back our minds, bodies and yes our spirits to be younger.

I’m choosing vibrancy. I’m choosing growth.

I’m choosing to be the woman who is too outlandish to ever be truly old. Join me, or get out of the way.

The bottom line is that the world will try to convince you that your best days are a memory and your only job now is to be “graceful” and quiet. It’s a lie designed to make you easier to ignore.

Aging is inevitable, but becoming a ghost is a choice. Every time you pick up that Switch controller, every time you put on a blouse that’s “too bright” for your age, and every time you crank the volume on the music that made you feel dangerous at nineteen, you are reclaiming your territory.

Don’t let the “vulture” win by default. Don’t rehearse for a casket while you’re still standing on your own two bare feet. Be vibrant, be loud, and be “too much.” Because at the end of the day, I’d much rather be an outlandish legend than a polite memory.

Stay vibrant, stay tech-obsessed, and let’s get after it this weekend. No more bullshit.