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Old Age, I have decided, is agift
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not mybody! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggyeyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myselffor eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buyingthat silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
Ihave seen too many dear friends leave this 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 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance withmyself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ..... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just aswell forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a lovedone, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine andsterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs 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
As you getolder, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what otherpeople think. I don'tquestion myself anymore I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, 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 couldhave been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Love this,
Sally xx
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not mybody! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggyeyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myselffor eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buyingthat silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
Ihave seen too many dear friends leave this 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 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance withmyself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ..... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just aswell forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a lovedone, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine andsterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs 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
As you getolder, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what otherpeople think. I don'tquestion myself anymore I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, 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 couldhave been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Love this,
Sally xx
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