Sunday · July 12, 2026 · Paris, France 🚶♀️
What 20,000 Steps a Day Taught Me About Aging Gracefully
Feet propped up in Paris. My body has opinions now, and I've decided to listen.
Hey you, it's me.
My feet are propped up on the bed, the window is open, and Paris is humming somewhere below me. I have earned this stillness. Because I have walked. Oh, have I walked.
Twenty thousand steps a day. On a slow day. My body has a lot of opinions now, and lately I've decided to listen instead of argue.
Here's what all those steps have been teaching me about growing older.
My body talks to me in a way it didn't in my twenties. A twinge. A tired knee. A morning where the tank is just lower. I used to treat those signals like weakness to push past. Now I treat them like a friend telling me the truth.
Aging gracefully, I'm learning, has almost nothing to do with how I look. It has everything to do with how I listen. Take the Uber. Sit on the bench. Drink the water. Stop when I need to stop. There is no medal for arriving exhausted. Grace is giving myself permission to pace my own day.
I watched younger travelers fly up the stairs two at a time, and for a second I felt the old urge to keep up. Then I let it go. I don't have to match anyone else's speed to reach the top. I just have to keep going at a pace my body can carry. Funny how that's true of so much more than travel.
Somewhere between Athens and here, I stopped being frustrated with my body and started being grateful for it. This body climbed to the Acropolis. It knelt on the Holy Stairs. It carried me across three countries. It is not the enemy. It is the gift that got me here.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped asking my body to be twenty-five again and started thanking it for carrying forty-four years of life, loss, healing, joy, and hope.
Maybe that's what aging gracefully really means. Not fighting the years. Not hiding them. Just honoring the body that has carried me this far, and thanking God for every mile still ahead.
And there are a lot of miles ahead. In a few weeks I'll set out on the Camino, thirty-one days across Spain, one step at a time. All this walking has already taught me the secret. The destination was never the point. The person you become on the way is.
So let me leave you with this.
When was the last time you thanked your body instead of criticizing it?
Maybe today is your invitation to pause.
What is one small change you can make today that your future self will thank you for?
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When was the last time you thanked your body instead of criticizing it? And what is one small change you could make today that your future self will thank you for?
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Just stay sweet out there, until my next postcard.
Sharing love from Paris,
~ Jenn
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Before you go…
A few of you have asked how I keep going on the long walking days, so let me share what has actually helped.
You:
How did you adapt to walking twenty thousand steps a day?
Me:
I stopped powering through and started pacing myself. I took the Uber when my body asked for it, sat on the bench without guilt, drank more water than I thought I needed, and rested before I was wrecked instead of after. Small adjustments, every single day. I also kept hydrating energy packets on hand for the days I needed an extra pick-me-up.
You:
How should I prepare for walking in Europe?
Me:
Start walking now. Not for exercise, but for endurance. Even twenty to thirty minutes a day before your trip makes a huge difference. Your feet, knees, and energy will thank you when you're wandering museums, climbing church steps, and exploring cities from sunrise to sunset.
You:
How do you prevent blisters on long walking days?
Me:
I put the bandaids on before the blisters, not after. If I know a shoe or a spot tends to rub, I cover it that morning while my feet are still happy. Prevention beats limping through the Louvre, trust me.
You:
How do you handle the time change and jet lag?
Me:
Sleep training before I ever leave home. For about a week out, I shift my bedtime a little closer to my destination time each night, so my body isn't starting from scratch the moment I land. It makes the first few days so much softer.
You:
What helps when your mind won't settle at night?
Me:
Wind down and write. I journal. Getting the thoughts out of my head and onto the page settles my nervous system in a way scrolling never could. It is one of the simplest tools I have, and one of the most powerful.
You:
You keep saying your body isn't the enemy. What do you mean?
Me:
My body has its own quiet love language. The twinge, the tired knee, the low-energy morning. For years I read those signals as weakness. Now I hear them as care. My body isn't working against me. It is trying to keep me. Once I stopped fighting it, everything got gentler. I started listening to the signs before an injury or extreme fatigue took over.
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