16/09/2026
Middle age is a superpower ... and it just keeps getting better.
If my last post was about the physical shifts and the boundaries, this one is about the space that opens up in your head once you stop trying to shrink yourself.
My inhibitions, my old fears, that nagging feeling of being a misfit, they’ve evaporated. I look back at my twenties, an entire decade spent on high alert and I can’t believe how much energy went into seeking approval.
These days I’m wonderfully blasé about things that used to keep me up at night.
Other people’s opinions. Micro fashion trends. Pleasing a crowd of acquaintances. Exhausting, all of it, and I don’t miss it.
The real twist? While my anxieties have shrunk, so has my tolerance. I see it across my entire cohort of fabulous middle aged women, none of us have time for bad manners anymore, or for relationships, platonic or otherwise, that drain more than they give.
We used to hold our breath to keep the peace. Now we just protect it.
