Blog #68. A Declaration of Rebel Aging

Some truths don’t get softer with time. They sharpen. They deepen. They shout. This week, as Rebel Aging takes its first wild steps into the world, I’m returning to the declaration that started it all. It’s a love letter, a battle cry, and a refusal to shrink. If you’ve read it before, read it again. If this is your first time, welcome to the rebellion.

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(The fuse is lit.)

We hold these truths to be self-evident:

That aging is not a descent. It is a return to voice, to vision, and to the self we were always meant to be. Our power does not fade. It sharpens. It deepens. It sheds the need to explain.

We are not invisible. We reject the myth that youth is the peak of relevance. We also reject shame disguised as self-care and every voice — internal or external — that says sit down and stay nice. 

No more.

We claim the crone, the crown, the chaos. We choose shenanigans over shrinking away. We honor the ache and the audacity.

We will write new scripts. We will age in power. We will rage — wisely.

We believe in wonder. In dignity. In depth. We believe in women who howl with laughter and walk with purpose.

We are not finished. We are becoming. We are Rebel Aging. And anyone who says we can’t? We say we CAN-CAN.

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