Through The Grays

A poem I wrote one morning journaling that captured this milestone at 50…

Through the Grays by ME

My mind is clearer.

I see things I never appreciated before.

The grays in my hair, the lines on my face, the looser skin.

Yes, I notice them more than I used to.

But I know more now—more life, more pain, more joy.

I know loss and grief, earlier than I ever thought I would.

I see a world that’s flawed but hopeful.

A life that can hold space for joy, purpose, intention and peace.

The grays and lines don’t bother me, I leave them be.

Because they mean I’ve lived.

And still get to live.

I’m here—trying, shining.

#thisis50