✨ The Blink ✨

🦋 A reflection on time, aging, and the beauty of now 🦋

✨ I was talking with my sister this morning, and out of nowhere, I said something that sat in my chest like a truth I didn’t know I had been holding.:

“I never really understood the phrase you blink and it’s gone until recently.

Maybe you feel it too.

Time feels different now. Not just like it’s moving faster but louder. Almost like it’s knocking, whispering, and asking..

Are you paying attention?

Some days I swear i’m 27. Laughing too loud or dreaming without limits and moving through life like the speed of the wind.

Other days I feel every hour i’ve lived.

Fifty trips around the sun.

Fifty years of loving, losing, becoming, breaking and rebuilding.

And then the question hits me..

Is 50 old?

The answer?

NO!

Fifty is awakening.

It’s the part of the story where the main character stops performing and starts remembering.

Where softness becomes strength.

Where joy becomes non-negotiable.

Where peace outweighs popularity.

I’m to a point in my life where I don’t want to rush anymore.

I want to linger. In hugs. In music. In laughter. In the stillness of prayer.

I want mornings that stretch slowly. I want love that expands. I want to be present because blinking feels to risky now.

So if you’re here too…standing in the doorway of a new chapter, feeling the weight and wonder of midlife…I just want to say..

You’re not to late. You’re right on time.

The most beautiful parts of you aren’t behind you.

They’re still blooming.

Still unfolding.

Still waking up.

So eyes open, heart steady, breath deep.

We’re not old

We’re just finally seeing.

⁓ Kell 🦋