The Things I’m No Longer Apologizing for After 50

This weekend, I’m celebrating a birthday.  I’m turning 69.

And instead of whispering that number or making a joke to soften it, I’m saying it out loud—with gratitude.

Because turning 69 doesn’t feel like an ending. It feels like clarity.

It feels like finally understanding what deserves my energy—and what never did.

Here are the things I’m no longer apologizing for at this stage of life.

1. I’m No Longer Apologizing for My Boundaries

In my younger years, I often explained myself too much. I wanted to be understood, liked, and accommodating.
Now, at 69, I know that boundaries don’t require an essay.

“No” is a complete sentence.
And protecting my time and peace is one of the greatest gifts I give myself.

2. I’m No Longer Apologizing for Changing

The woman I was at 40 helped me become who I am today—but she doesn’t get to dictate who I must remain.

At 69, I’ve changed my mind, my pace, my priorities. I value connection over chaos, meaning over momentum. That’s not inconsistency—it’s wisdom earned.

3. I’m No Longer Apologizing for Resting

I spent years believing rest was something I had to justify.
Now I understand that listening to my body is an act of respect.

Some days are slower. Some evenings are quieter. And at 69, I no longer apologize for choosing rest over obligation. My nervous system thanks me.

4. I’m No Longer Apologizing for My Confidence

Confidence at this age doesn’t look like proving anything.
It looks like peace.

I don’t shrink my opinions or soften my voice to make others comfortable anymore. At 69, confidence feels calm, grounded, and deeply rooted in self-trust.

5. I’m No Longer Apologizing for Wanting More—or Less

I still want joy, laughter, and meaningful connection.
And I want less noise, less drama, and fewer things that drain me.

Turning 69 has reminded me that desire doesn’t fade with age—it clarifies. Wanting a life that feels good is not indulgent. It’s intentional.

6. I’m No Longer Apologizing for Taking Up Space

This birthday feels like a quiet celebration of visibility.

My voice carries decades of experience.
My presence matters.

At 69, I no longer shrink, rush, or apologize for the space I take up—in conversations, in relationships, or in the world.

A Birthday Truth Worth Sharing

If aging has taught me anything, it’s this:

You don’t become less as you grow older.
You become more yourself.

And this year, the only thing I’m celebrating more than my birthday… is my freedom from unnecessary apologies.

What I’m Wearing:

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Until next time!

XXOOXX

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