Being 50-Something: The Art of Noticing Things Around Me

Good morning friends, last week I drafted something in my notes that I wanted to share today. Somewhere between the rush of my twenties and the feelings of oh my goodness, I’m in my fifties, I started noticing things again. 

Not in a deep, never saw coming way, I’ve just been noticing little things that I never paid any attention to when I was younger.  Although this may seem deep in theory, I find it fascinating that I notice it now. It has almost tripped me out visually, because why didn’t I notice this about things before? #asimpleLIFe

The way a sign peels at the edges. The way color fades and still finds a way to be beautiful. The way a day out with someone you love can feel brand new, even after years together.

I used to chase big moments in my life, but now I chase seeing things differently, the feel of texture, and the sound of laughter with family from across the table. 

Being 50-something has turned noticing into its own quiet art. It’s like slowing down long enough to actually see the world I’ve been walking through all along. #realthoughts

So maybe this is what peace looks like: a collection of small details, saved in snapshots, layered with gratitude and curiosity.

A moment within a moment is what I am chasing more than ever now. I’ve started keeping little pieces of days that used to blur together. I am documenting everything now because doing nothing is doing something.  #mylifematters

The beauty in what’s overlooked is still telling someone's experiences. I saw this painted mail box, and I quickly thought, What's the message in this graffiti, and what did the person who painted it want the viewer to see? The younger me would have walked passed this picture shown above. 

There’s something real about hand-drawn signs and imperfect corners. I noticed this at my local burger shop.

While in Brooklyn, New York, I noticed signs and graffiti everywhere. It had a nostalgic feeling that I can not explain. But I saw something that was freeing and worth taking a picture of at that moment. 

My favorite love is shown when I get to stay up late and have alone time with my husband of over 21 years. That is a blessing in itself, and I do not take that lightly.  #enjoylove

 

Even rust tells time in its own beautiful way. I saw this rustic truck at the market, and it brought back old memories from my past. 

Even a torn sign can bring back old memories. As a kid hand hand-drawn signs were a thing, although this one looks printed out. The message remains and reminds the same: Please Leave Backpacks And Bags At The Register.

Honestly, being 50-something feels like learning how to see again, without rushing, without needing everything to mean something big. Just noticing, because that’s where my real life is hiding.

Have you noticed something new today? Drop a comment, let's chat about it.

Until Next Time, See Ya In My Next Post!

Xo Tangie