I’m 55 and Still Feel 35 (No, Seriously. My Knees Are Fine.)
At 55, I feel more like 35—strong, sharp, and not ready to be boxed in by stereotypes. Aging doesn’t mean fading, and I’m living proof.
At 55, I feel more like 35—strong, sharp, and not ready to be boxed in by stereotypes. Aging doesn’t mean fading, and I’m living proof.
At 55, I’m embracing aging with honesty, humor, and heart. From grief and growth to flexibility and finding purpose, this is my journey of thriving—emotionally, spiritually, and physically—one imperfect but powerful day at a time.
As I approach 55, I’m redefining aging with vitality, humor, and adventure. From trail running to punching bags, age is just a number. Join me in embracing life with energy, humor, and a whole lot of curiosity. Let’s thrive, not just survive!
New Let’s just get this out of the way: yes, I have wrinkles. And not the “maybe if I squint I can’t see them” kind. I’m talking about real lines. Real creases. And to be honest? I struggle with them.