They called me an "ol lady".
Joke's on them
Someone Called Me an “Ol Lady” Today
Lawd, I heard somethingyesterday that I did not like hearing—how others actually see me.
I was referred to as some “ol lady.”
At first, I brushed it off. No big deal.
But as the hours passed and the conversations that had my attention faded, I was left alone with my thoughts.
And let me tell you, they were not good.
How dare this person refer to me as some “ol lady”?
Then it hit me.
This wasn’t really about them.
This was about me—how I see myself.
Two Choices (Or Maybe Three)
So now I have options.
As Mel Robbins teaches in Let Them, I could simply apply her theory and let them say whatever they want while I go about my day.
Or—I could do something very me.
I could lean into this phrase and find out what kind of gifts it has for me.
Because if I’m being honest… what can I do as an ol lady that I couldn’t do as a young woman?
Now that is a damn good question.
After all, I am the “ol lady” who encourages her followers to reclaim their dreams because it is never too late. This could be golden.
The Gifts of Being an “Ol Lady”
Because here’s the truth:
There’s power in embracing the “ol lady” identity—not as something diminishing, but as something deeply liberating.
Let’s be real—there are things an ol lady can do that a young woman never could.
You get to be unapologetically YOU. No more performing. No more people-pleasing. No more contorting yourself to fit expectations. You wear what you want, say what you want, and move through the world without the exhausting need for approval.
You have the gift of perspective. The storms you thought would break you? You walked right through them. The heartbreaks, the disappointments, the reinventions—you hold those lessons like pearls. There’s a depth to you now that no youth can manufacture.
You are underestimated. And that, my friend, is a superpower. Let them think they’ve got you figured out. Let them assume you’re just some “ol lady” while you’re over here building an empire. There’s a stealth to being overlooked that makes every victory that much sweeter.
It’s like being unseen is an advantage. A power I’ve thought about—but never fully utilized.
You get to rewrite the script. If “ol lady” means sitting quietly and fading into the background, well, you get to toss that nonsense out the window. You’re out here reclaiming dreams, stirring things up, and proving that relevance isn’t reserved for the young.
So Here’s My Real Question
What kind of ol lady do you want to be?
The kind that defies expectations?
The kind that laughs louder, lives bolder, and shows up in ways that make people redefine what being an “ol lady” even means?
Because if someone is going to call me an “ol lady,” you better believe I’m going to make damn sure I’m the most iconic one they’ve ever met.
And if you’re an “ol lady” too? Join me.
Let’s show them what we’re made of.
This Is Your Breakthrough Moment
Speaking of rewriting the script—this entire month has been about BREAKTHROUGH.
Not the kind that happens to you. The kind you create for yourself.
And tomorrow, January 30th, is your last chance to join me as a paid subscriber and claim the life-changing gifts I’ve been holding for you:
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This isn’t about buying a subscription. This is about deciding.
Deciding that you’re done waiting for permission.
Deciding that being underestimated is an advantage, not a limitation.
Deciding that the next chapter of your life deserves your full attention—and mine.
If you’ve been hovering, wondering if this is for you, let me be clear:
This is for the woman who’s ready to stop performing and start living.
This is for the “ol lady” who knows she’s just getting started.
This is for you—if you’re willing to breakthrough.
Join now and claim your gifts before midnight tomorrow, January 30th
Let’s do this together.
With love,
Monica
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I even refer to myself as an old lady at 72. I’ve earned it and I’m proud of it! I’m in the category of people who have risen to the top third of life expectancy. Yay us, fellow old ladies! 🏆
Being called an “ol lady” stings not because of the words, but because they brush up against a story we’re still negotiating with ourselves.
I love how you don’t stop at dismissal or defiance. You pause long enough to ask what this season actually gives you that earlier ones didn’t. That’s where the power is.