Still Thriving at 74- Because Wellness Ages Like Fine Wine

I didn’t just get older- I got properly marinated . Some folks collet wrinkles, I collect wellness points like a loyalty program. Turns out moringa and common sense were a better investment than late – night snacks and wild weekends… and look at me now, still standing, still shining , and still reminding the younger crowd that being “seasoned” doesn’t means I reached maximum flavor.

I walked like I’ve still got somewhere fabulous to be, I laughed like I don’t pay attention to birthdays, and I hydrate like the fountain of youth is on tap in my kitchen.

My secret? A little movement, a lot of gratitude, and a strategic ignoring of nonsense. If stress comes looking for me – I duck behind a cup of herbal tea until it gets tired and leaves.

Some say age is just a number.. I say it’s a high score. I’ve survive fads, fashion, disasters, and food pyramids that changed shape more than I did- and I am still thriving, still glowing, still shining, and still too healthy to sit down quietly.

So, if wellness ages like fine wine, then I must be the top shelf vintage.- well preserved, beautifully balance, and absolutely not just aging – and doing it with style, sass, and a sprinkle of holy humor.

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