Aging is a Gift
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body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, 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.
become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend.
I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need,
but looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
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.
earned the right to be wrong.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 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 as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, 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 and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
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 could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (If I feel like it!).