08/09/2025
I’ve had some really interesting conversations lately around ageing for women. Some of them around the ever changing physical aspects—loss of collagen, appearance of all sorts of interesting lines, weight fluctuations, etc. Others around some the biochemical changes—climbing cholesterol, glucose regulation, digestion and ever-present sleep disruptions. There are “hacks” all over the internet for almost everything related to ageing. These sort of issues also occur as a major part of the menopausal transition where the hacks are sometimes less useful and a more tailored approach is required to maintain optimal health and wellbeing. And that’s the sphere I work in and truly love.
I always learn some interesting things in these conversations because truth be told, even now at 57, I haven’t paid a lot of attention to many of the more cosmetic appearances of ageing until recently (hello crepey neck thing and hence HELLO facial exercises!). But one thing I have been paying attention to for quite some time is a certain internal restlessness with the passing of time. The kind with a little voice that prompts me with big questions that could send me into an existential crisis if I let it. But today I heard something so simple: the reminder that ageing is a true gift, one that not everyone has. It’s a gift and a privilege. That doesn’t mean foregoing the hacks that make you feel like you are actively participating in ageing well (mouth taping, infrared saunas, cold plunging, supplements, etc) or making big life changes if that’s what you feel you really need to do. But for me, it served as an excellent reminder to make sure I never neglect the soul-side of ageing well—slowing down, opening my heart wide, giving thanks, showing kindness, finding wonder, awe and compassion in the everyday. That’s the s**t that over time will have you glowing from the inside and out. 🌟
