It Is What It Is ✨

🍷 I can’t party two nights in a row (a seasoned wisdom, not weakness).

🚘 My behind-the-wheel night vision blurred in the blinker of an eye.

💤 I don’t sleep through the night without a pee-pee in the wee-wee hours.

🛋️ I rarely get off the couch without a grunt, sigh, or exertion fart.

🤸‍♂️ My cartwheel and splits days are behind me, which has me bent out of shape.

🍑 I can no longer pass the perky ass pencil test. My heinie holds tight to a No. 2.

🍐🍐 My boobs chatter when I’m cold.

BUT…

🐻 I’m softer with people now. Less edge, more cushion.

👃 I stop to smell the Rosé, often pouring myself a second sniff-ter just to be sure.

🤓 I appreciate the irony of declining eyesight paired with high-definition chin hair.

🆘 I ask for help without apologizing.

🎮 I have more control over my reactions (if not my bladder).

🦸‍♀️ I actively hunt for good in the world, even when it’s hiding.

💪 I’m mentally and emotionally stronger than ever before.

🆓 I expect nothing and appreciate everything. It’s wildly freeing.

👜 I empathize with those carrying invisible loads in visible handbags.

🦟 I don’t care what people think of my appearance. Mosquitoes find me irresistible, and frankly, that’s enough validation.

It’s all good!

It is what it is! ✨