Thoughts on Staying Youthful

Hello goddesses! A very happy Tuesday to you! I hope your Easter weekend was absolutely grand! Ours was very quiet but lovely. 🙂

Today I want to talk about something that’s important to me, and that’s remaining a youthful goddess. No, I’m not talking about a strict skincare regiment to fight outer signs of aging. I mean what’s inside your heart and your mind, and why you shouldn’t feel you have to change that about yourself.

Remember when you were a child? You lived on imagination. The little things overjoyed you. You loved to play, laugh, and spin circles around the yard with reckless abandon. You probably played lots of board games, and video games if you’re of a newer generation. As a teenager, maybe you played more games, enjoyed things like anime, and experimented with hair colour and fashion.

But then, at some point, it was expected of you to stop doing all these things and become a responsible, serious adult.

Does any of this sound familiar to you?

“You’re too old to wear that.”

“Grow up, already.”

“You’re far too old to like something like that!”

“You’re so immature.”

“You’d better start acting your age.”


These words echo in the minds of folks who simply never stopped learning to play. As we conform to what society and our peers expect of us, we lose an important little part of ourselves.

But why do we do it? Why are we so quick to hide away this part of ourselves to please others, or feel like we’re being “grown-ups” if we stop doing things we enjoy? Why on earth should we CARE if others think we’re weird or immature?

Becoming an adult DOES mean you acquire a lot of responsibility, and you also begin acquiring knowledge and wisdom. But it shouldn’t mean we stop playing, creating, laughing and exploring, because these aspects are ageless and they are a pure part of your authentic self.

“I don’t believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.” – T.S. Eliot

I remember shopping with my lovely mother when I was fifteen years old. It was early 2000, the height of the hippie-style comeback where flared jeans with embroidered or beaded motifs were everywhere in the shops. We both ogled a rack of these jeans, and I didn’t hesitate to grab a pair since I was in the target age group for these fashions. My mother, who was about to turn thirty-seven, briefly tugged at a beautifully embroidered pair, then she wistfully said: “I love them, but I’m too old.”

I was horrified at the thought of not wearing what I wanted just because of age. I’d never really thought of it before, but it was then and there that I decided that I was going to refuse to let my age dictate me.

Ma–my mother’s mother, the woman who raised me–had decided not to grow up. She refused to let her chronological age affect how she felt inside and she told me that she still mentally felt like she was sixteen. She played video games, collected Disney things, and her favourite Disney film was Peter Pen. My former MIL, a kindred spirit of mine, rolled her eyes at having to be “grown up”. I know many people who love and collect My Little Pony, and I know an eternally youthful lady in South Carolina who has a great love of dolls and fairies and does whimsical photography with them.

My best friends are edging into their late 20s now, and they enjoy a lot of the same hobbies and activities that they had ten years ago. Their age doesn’t bother them, and even though sometimes people around them remark on “childish” habits and that “there must be something mentally wrong with them”, Liat and Alora simply don’t give a damn. They do what gives them joy. They watch anime, they play video games, they wear Tripp NYC trousers and they love making costumes for Halloween and Anime North. Alora enjoyed putting silly toys in our stockings at Christmas. We all love a good Kinder Surprise and we laugh at the most ridiculous things. We plan silly themed dinner nights and sometimes we have sleepovers with friends.

This is the truth of our souls, our authentic selves.

I’m thirty-one and I refuse to change. Who am I pleasing if I do? Certainly not myself. I’ve gotten the following criticisms in the past few years, and they’re always said with a wrinkled nose and twisted lip as though the sight of me disgusts the speaker:

“You’re too weird.”

“You laugh too much.”

“You’re so childish.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you.”

I always laugh (more) and shrug it off. I’m ME!

When I am a crone with white hair, I will keep it dyed many crazy colours. I will dance in brightly coloured clothing and I will laugh at stupid things and I will keep making faces and weird noises. I will still have a ridiculous amount of crap on the bed, and I will still love animated films. All of these things have nothing to do with age. I wouldn’t even say they’re some “inner child” hidden away in me. They’re part of who I am, period.

12790968_10153629636033337_8800160924048926191_n Can you tell which side of the bed is mine? 😉

And I’m completely unashamed of who I am. If a few people don’t like that, then that’s too bad!

Make time to play today, and always keep your soul young, goddesses!

How do you let yourself stay youthful at heart, no matter your calendar age? Let me know in the comments!

One comment

  1. Debbie Mitchell says:

    Love this post! And at 52 now instead of 37… I needed it so much. Been buying the clothes I want… the ones I would have worn in my twenties but couldn’t afford…. I love how they make me feel. And I agree with Ma… in my mind I think I’m in maybe my early 30’s . Plan to stay that way. Love you and thank you for your inspirational writing.

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