Are you an Old Broad?

You may or may not have noticed a recent name change on the blog.  For the last several years, this blog has been titled “Faith and Fitness at 50”.  I started this blog several years ago as an accountability journal when I was training for the NYC marathon, and quickly realized that writing was as much a part of me as running, so I continued after the race.

Fast forward a couple of years, and I realized that eventually Faith and Fitness would be 60, so I decided to rename the blog now, and do the upgrades required.  I’ve called myself an “old broad” since before I was actually one chronologically, so that was the obvious choice.  The new blog address is, but never fear, you can still get there from the old url, as well. If you’re a follower (and if you’re not, what’s wrong with you?), you followed me right on over to the new web address (thanks to an extended phone call with my friend and mentor, Steve Kozak).

I thought I would give a little characterization of who exactly qualifies as “Old Broads,” because you may be one and not even know it.

Old Broads…

… are not defined by a chronological age.  You may be a 30 year old and celebrate many of these qualities.

 don’t take themselves too seriously.  I realized a few months ago that I had truly achieved “Old Broad” status after cooking a meal of lamb chops for my family for the first time.  Lamb chops really aren’t Southern staples.  After carefully cleaning his plate, my man brought it to me in the kitchen where I was cleaning and said, “Thank you for supper, I enjoyed it.  Now, please never cook that again.”  A comment that, in my youth,  would have inspired gallons of tears, multiple slamming doors, broken dishes, and a three day sulk.  This time it just cracked me up.  And, I haven’t fixed them again. Although,  he may get them for Valentine’s Day.  😉

… don’t care if you see them without their “face” on.  I ran in the rain this drizzly morning with no hat and no make-up, then went into the bank and the grocery store unashamed.  I am who I am, and I know that when I do clean up, I clean up well.  I don’t really care if you know it or not.

… are active. Not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually, as well.  We’re always seeking our best life, for ourselves and our loved ones.

… are good listeners.  Okay, I’m working on that one.

… accept the inevitable signs of aging with grace and equanimity.  I sometimes look in the mirror in the morning and see my grandmother.  Not her 52 year old self, whose skin rivaled any 20 year old’s, but her 80 year old self.  With Medusa hair.  But, with a little work, my Fleur de vie skin care, and some imagination, I tame the beasts and go about my day.  I remind myself that all those wrinkles, sags, and bags represent a life well lived.

… use their life experiences to learn.  I pray that every trial I face, every time I stumble and fall, each triumph over loss enables me to file away a little nugget of truth.  That I use all my years of experiences to fill me with wit and wisdom, and that I’m unafraid to share that wisdom with those who need it.  I pray that God brings people in my path who can teach me and who are willing to learn from me.  People who will inspire and encourage me, and those that I can motivate, as well.

I pray that I become an Old Broad who leaves the world a little better than she found it.   I’m humbly thankful for the opportunity to become that old broad.

age of heart

19 thoughts on “Are you an Old Broad?

  1. ginjuh says:

    If I didn’t already have a best friend, I would ask you to be my BFF sight unseen based on this post. It really hit the spot today and I will be sharing it with my “Run for God” group at church. Thanks!


  2. donna says:

    Me! Me! I’m an Old Broad! And thankful to read the thought of a fellow Old Broad that somehow expresses my thoughts so well!


  3. shazruns says:

    This old broad loves this


  4. Crystal says:

    I am definitely a 40-something old broad, and happy to have company


  5. Aunt Beulah says:

    I’m a proud and happy old broad of 71 who, fortunately, was surrounded by wise old broads as I grew up. One, my Aunt Beulah, once told me, “When I was raised, people thought women’s work was growing gardens and babies. Well, I say spit into the wind if you want, child.”


  6. osarobohenry says:

    Thank you so much for stopping by at my blog and for liking one of my posts. May you be bless more abundantly in the name of Jesus Christ.


  7. kristintz says:

    I’m so glad I found your blog! I laughed out loud at the lamb chop story. After reading the rest of what it means to be an old broad, I’ve decided that I am one too. Or at least, I aspire to be one. 🙂


  8. Elaine says:

    Love this post! Thanks for the like on my blog today. I appreciate it. And yeah I am definitely an old briad. Lol


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