Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck), you’ll probably be able to relate to some of these.
- Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache.
- In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag.
- Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around.
- Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will require you to appear topless. And the best news is, there’s nothing to report.
- Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top with a ‘tramp stamp’ and scream, ‘Listen, honey, even the Roman empire fell and those will too…’
- Mid-life brings wisdom to know that life throws us curves and we’re sitting on our biggest ones.
- In mid-life your memory starts to go – there’s just too many things that have happened in our lives to remember each one clearly. Does it matter? Not unless you’re driving at high speed and suddenly forget which foot does what. In fact the easiest thing we can retain is water.
- Mid-life means that you become more reflective. You start pondering the ‘big’ questions. What is life? Why am I here? How much Healthy Choice ice cream can I eat before it’s no longer a healthy choice? Why does ‘low-fat, gluten free’ mean lots of sugar but no taste or texture?
But mid-life also brings with it an appreciation for what is important. We realize that breasts sag, hips expand, and chins double, but our loved ones make the journey worthwhile.
Would any of you trade the knowledge that you have now, for the body you had way back when? Maybe our bodies simply have to expand to hold all the wisdom and love we’ve acquired?
The best thing is, we’ve learned resilience. Through sorrow, joy, hope and loss – we’ve endured. We know deep down the value of friendship and family. We will ensure because we are complete women. Not finished yet, and still refining ourselves, just as jewellers polish gemstones. We shine.
Hub still asks, ‘Why are women so complex?’ We’re not – we’re layered with living.