Why I Love Documenting My 50-Something And Beyond Life! And It's Not For The Reason You May Think....
The older I become, the more I think about the little things that really matter to me, the mundane moments I didn’t take the time to embrace when I was younger. My everyday life was lived in hustle and flow mode. I was always trying to figure out how to become that girl who could do anything, all while feeling limited by my life choices. and circumstances.
Now that I’m officially three years into my 50s, I can see the petals falling off the rose of life. No, I’m not afraid of falling rose petals because I know that’s part of the process. But as I watch them fall, I see the times I wasted, dreams I never really chased, and the mundane minutes of each day when I didn’t stop to smell the roses.
This past weekend, I attended the funeral of a loved one, and I couldn’t help but reflect on the many homegoings I’ve witnessed over the last five years. As I sat alone, I noticed something I had never paid attention to before: each person was a different age: 29, 44, 52, 56, 68, and 75. I won’t mention names or causes of death, but they were all different. Their deaths were sudden, unexpected, and final. :(
I’ve had countless moments of disbelief: "No, what happened? I just talked to that person," or "I just saw them laughing on Facebook." And now, they’re gone.
I kept saying I was going to call them or text them, but life always felt too busy. Well, that stops today. From now on, if you’re in my life, you’re going to hear from me, even if it’s just a simple, “Good morning, have a blessed day” text.
I’m also lightening my workload. If it’s not about business, I’m not overextending myself. Social media? Oh, that's a whole other conversation. I have so much to say about that, but I’ll save it for another written post.
This morning, I pulled out some old photo albums and watched family videos of my kids growing up. I have pictures of everything, mainly vacations, missing teeth, even our first attempt at being YouTube family vloggers.
Now, my girls are grown (except one) she's 13 years old. They work, go to school, and live their own lives. I love that for them. It means my work as their guide is mostly done, and they can take it from here. (Oh, don’t worry, I’ll still share little snippets about them!) But this chapter is all about me finding me.
But watching them grow made me realize something: I’m not documenting my life as I age. Yes, I have plenty of family memories, but what about now? What about me? What about the things I want to see and do? Not to mention nurturing my love life, keeping the spark alive in my marriage. Learning to do things now without the kids, and I want to capture those moments.
Honestly, I want to grab an old VHS camcorder and start recording life the way we did back in the day. As a kid, I remember family barbecues, domino games, loud laughter, and all-night storytelling. was captured by camcorders and drop off film cameras. Those days have come and gone, but that doesn’t mean new memories can’t be made.
Starting today, I’m picking the camera back up. I’ll be documenting every inch of my life. I don’t care if no one watches or supports it, it’s going up. I’m 53 years old. The clock is ticking, and I have nothing to prove to anyone… not even to myself.
So why not live fully and document the memories before the last rose petal falls, and I become just a memory to the next generation?
And you know what? When I think about my life that way, anyone who doesn’t want to see me twirl through my journey, in business, in love, in life, can kindly get out of my way. #SorryNotSorry
One Last Little Note
What moments are you not documenting because life feels too busy? I challenge you to start today. Pick up your phone, write that diary entry, snap that photo, or record that video. Celebrate your life while you're living it. And if you’re already doing this, share your favorite memory in the comments. Let’s inspire each other to live boldly and document beautifully.
Heavy on the VHS camcorder, ugh I miss the good ole days where the memories were moreso cherishable and not so such a distant memory !
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