Take a look and see if you spot any practical wisdom in here. The Privileges Of Age Old age, I’ve decided, is a gift. I am probably now, for the first time in my life, the person that I always wanted to be Oh, not my body. Sometimes I despair over my body...the wrinkles, the baggy eyes. And often I am taken aback by that old person who lives in my mirror. But I don’t agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, or my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, for not making my bed. I am entitled to over eat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave the world too soon Before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until four a.m. And sleep until noon ? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60s, and, at the same time, if I wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach in my swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body. And will dive into the waters with abandon if I choose to despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They too will get old. I know I am forgetful, but there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things anyway. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not be broken when you lose a loved one or when a child suffers, Or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car. But broken hearts are what gives us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn grey; and to have my youthful laugh be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed and so many have died before their hair could turn silver I can say “no” and mean it I can say “Yes” and mean it. As you get older it is easy to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question my self anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free ! I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever but, while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what might have been, or worrying about what will be, but will continue to rejoice in what was.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 23:44:49 +0000
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