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Aging:


Old age, I decided, may be a gift.  I am now, for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.

Oh, not my body, I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.  And often I am taken aback by that older person that lives in my mirror, 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 myself for eating an extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying a silly do dad that I don't need.

I am entitled to sometimes overeat, to be messy, to be a little extravagant.

I have 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 a.m. and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's &60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep. I will.


I will walk the beach in street clothes with a bulging body, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old.


I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, there is much of life that is just as well forgotten. I eventually remember the important things.

 

Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you live in a world with so much unkindness?

But broken hearts are what give 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 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.

I can say "no", and mean it.

 

I can say "yes" and mean it.


As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I don't dislike being old. It has set me free.

I have respect for the person I have become. I am not going to get much older, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert when I want to!

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