I am a professional photographer and freelance writer who runs for sanity. I started this blog when I was training for my first, and, so far, only marathon (New York City) in order to document my fitness journey and hold myself accountable. As I made entries, it became much more than a fitness journal to me. I realized I am also on a spiritual journey and am striving to deepen my walk with God. I hope you enjoy my posts, I try to keep them light hearted and upbeat; but, more than that, I pray that something on my journey will make your journey a little easier.
The term “Old Broad” has been how I’ve referred to myself long before I was really an old broad. It’s not the self-derogatory term it may appear to be at first glance. For one thing, I imagine an 80 year old woman would roll her eyes in disgust if she thought I seriously considered myself old at 52. No, an “Old Broad” is a woman who is full of wit and wisdom, who knows her path, and who isn’t afraid to be herself. She’s not afraid of what people will think of her when they see her without makeup, realize she drinks wine more than she should, and drops the occasional four letter word. She knows who her friends are, is loyal and loving, and tries to leave the world a better place than she found it. It actually has nothing (or very little) to do with chronological age.
The world (especially the media) tends to lump us all in the washed up category earlier and earlier, so this is one of the ways I thumb my nose at them. I’ve aspired to be an old broad for as long as I can remember, and I pray that my journey into the next stages of life will be as filled with living and loving as they have been so far.
So, whether you’re 32 or 92, I hope you get some inspiration from my journey to reach out, seize life by the horns and jump on for the ride, and realize that age is only a number.
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