This is 47: Healing, Humor & Conscious Living

Posted on Aug 25, 2025 | 0 comments

I turned 47 last week – and something feels different.

Not in a midlife-crisis, “where did the time go?” kind of way. But in a quiet, rooted, undeniably powerful way. There’s a depth here. A clarity. A softness I’ve earned.

This is 47.

It’s not what I imagined years ago, when 47 sounded old and far away. It’s better. It’s wiser. And yes – sometimes, it’s louder knees and earlier bedtimes – but also fuller laughs, stronger boundaries, and a heart that loves more honestly than ever before.

I’m not trying to prove anything anymore.

This year, I’m honoring the woman I’ve become – not just the polished parts, but all of it. The woman who’s walked through trauma, grief, hormonal changes, healing, parenting teens, and discovering that you can be breaking open and becoming whole at the same time. The woman who is all about empowering others along with herself.

Because 47 is permission.

Permission to rest.
Permission to feel joy without earning it in that moment.
Permission to say, “no, thank you” without a detailed explanation.
Permission to ask for help.
Permission to laugh until I cry, cry until I laugh, and trust that both are sacred.

This is 47 Looks Like…

Dry brushing, filtered water, and hormone support tucked beside snacks in my purse.
Watching my teenagers step into the world with awe and a hint of nostalgia.
Letting go of control and choosing connection instead.
Quiet mornings that feel like prayer.
Group texts that make me laugh till I pee (literally!).
Seeing aging not as something to fear but as evidence that I’m still here – growing, evolving, awakening.

A Conscious Life at 47

Living consciously at this age means tuning in before reacting. It means feeling energy before words. It means being less interested in what’s trending and more invested in what’s true.

It’s a slower pace, but a richer rhythm. I want depth over drama, alignment over approval. And I want simplicity. Spaciousness. Soulful connection.

Healing is still happening – layers still peeling back. But now, I meet those layers with curiosity instead of shame. I don’t need to fix myself. I need to keep loving myself, especially the parts that once felt unlovable.

That’s what conscious living at 47 feels like.

So Here’s to 47

To the gray hairs I no longer pluck.
To the boundaries I no longer apologize for.
To the passion projects I no longer put off.
To the healing that’s no longer hidden.
To the humor that’s my daily medicine.
To the conscious mama I’ve become.

This birthday, I didn’t want a big party. I wanted presence. I wanted peace. I wanted to feel it all and honor what’s next.

Because 47 isn’t the beginning or the end. It’s the middle of the masterpiece.

And honestly? I love it here.

Rooted in love and led by light,
Malibu Mama Loves Xx

PS – If you feel like you may have some trauma work to do, start here with my 2 minute Do I Have Unhealed Trauma Quiz. Let’s walk this journey together.