It’s so easy to get caught up in “wanting”. Something more beautiful. More perfect. New. But aren’t the things that matter most in life those who wrote our story with us? They have scratches. Stains. Folded corners. Faded colours. Les traces d’une vie.

So why, when it comes to our faces, do we suddenly believe the opposite? Somewhere along the way, we became convinced that beauty should mean smooth. Spotless. Almost untouched by time. Mais pourquoi?

We talk about getting older as if it were a process of losing.
Firmness. Smoothness. Youth. Time.

But perhaps aging isn’t about losing or subtraction. Perhaps it’s about accumulating. Stories. Expression. Character. Laughter. Experience. A presence that something new — or a younger self — simply hasn’t had the time to build yet.

And you — what do you own that you love more because of its marks?

Today in the book of life, page 9.
It feels just right for the 4 months left this year. Let’s go.

“Everything is fine. Just the way it is.”
Try this out for yourself this week – don’t just read the words, say them out loud every morning.

When I carry this sentence within me, everything feels so much lighter.

So many of the questions inside me, the restlessness, the search for change – they all find their answer here.

And believe me – at 13, 23, 33, or 43, these words would have been hard for me to accept.
But today, at 53, it’s okay – just the way it is. 🙂

Let me know what you think of this petit conseil.

Have a truly wonderful day! 🌿

Another entry from my personal “Book of Life” that I’d like to share here.

For me — at level 53 — luxury means one simple thing:
Freedom.
➀ The freedom to choose.
➁ The freedom to say no.
➂ The freedom to feel myself — to know what I want… and what I don’t.