I am 51. I have wrinkles - not the "first", but already quite self-confident. My hair is not all mine, a hairdresser helped me in some places. But I have never felt so calm, so interested and so... good as now.

I no longer run to please. I go - where I want. To the gym - because my body asks for movement. To the theater - because I love pauses on stage. Alone in a cafe - because coffee with silence tastes better than with responsibilities.

At 30, I was afraid of missing something. At 40 - I tried to do everything. And at 51, I realized that you only need to do one thing: live.

I read, travel, study - and not for the sake of "self-development", but simply because it is joy. And yes, sometimes I am sad, sometimes I miss my twenty-year-old self. But only sometimes. Because that twenty-year-old dreamed of becoming exactly like me now.

If you are reading this and thinking, “What if it’s too late?” — ​​please, don’t believe this thought. It’s too late when we stop trying. And while we still feel the taste for life — everything is just beginning.

With love for age,
Natalia