As I enter my forties I still feel about twenty-five. But I don’t have the energy, stamina or the sleep patterns of my twenty-year old self. But what I do have is the self confidence, a few extra kilos, and the self reliance to try new things and set myself up for success.
Ageing is just another word for living
But there are some moments where I wish I could still inhabit my twenty year old body. Hell, even my early thirty year old body. Not because I was particularly gorgeous, but because I felt good. I miss feeling good as a baseline for existing.
But one main benefit to life nowadays is that I’ve made serious strides in my own mental health, something I never though possible. This feels good.