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May 06 2008 11:58 pm

Posted by under Feel Good

A GIFT .

Old Age, I decided, is a  gift.

I am now, probably for the first time in my  life, the person I have
always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometime despair over my 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, 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 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    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
AM and sleep until    noon?   

I will dance with  myself 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
as  well 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 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.

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 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  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)

MAY OUR  FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT FROM
THE    HEART!

MAY YOU AL WAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN  YOUR
HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
   
FRIENDS FOREVER!





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