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So Why Do I Feel So Exposed?

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Google your Spark name and find out. I have stripped my page of all PII and do not plan to reenter it as apparently Spark does not feel that this is important. It is a shame as the original concept was such a good one and much purer. Now it is all about ads, marketing and not really looking at who puts what up on the boards and who is going in and manipulating things belonging to others. They say it happens on all social web sites. I beg to differ. Maybe in the future I won't even show up but for now I still get a lot of strength and support for some of the groups and particularly with some of the groupies who I now consider my friends.

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JOSEPHINE1231 2/28/2010 5:30PM

    Boy, that was an eye opener. Still, I have always tried to remain aware that what I post is in fact public. That said, I'm sure glad that my screen name is not that close to my real name.


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    I use Firefox as a web browser, so I don't see the advertisements.
I wish that SparkPeople kept the pages private. I limit my page/blogs/posts because of their policy.

I do think SparkPeople is worth sticking with. The community here is what makes this place special. The calculators and information are great, but it's the wonderful people who keep me coming back.

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On Becoming Officially Old

Monday, June 09, 2008

I got this as an E-mail from a friend and wanted to share it as it is my sentiments:

"Do I like being old, you ask? Old age, I have 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, or not . .
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 fortunate 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 if I feel like it I shall eat dessert every single day." (At this point, on my way to losing lots of weight I have decided not to.) emoticon

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CROTTY 3/22/2009 10:39AM

    I am so glad you made me a friend or I would never had read your blog. It is beautiful. You put it together wonderfully. Old age is a gift that not everyone receives.

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JACK.JONES 2/11/2009 8:24AM

    What a great post! I think you hit the nail right on the head. Getting older really is a gift, in so many ways. As they say, if I had known then, what I know now ...

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KATHYMB 6/25/2008 3:49PM

    Amen. Those wrinkles are part of our character. Cute.

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INNERPUPPIE 6/23/2008 12:36PM

    This blog entry MADE MY DAY! But, you are NOT old, kiddo. I'm not far behind you and there is no way on earth I see myself as old. For me, if I thought I was old, I'd begin to act old and that just isn't in my vocabulary!

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GRAMMY2FIVE 6/14/2008 6:01PM

    emoticonThis has to be the best writings on getting older since I read the article"when I grow old I shall wear a red hat and purple dress"
Actually is says more from a philosophical standpoint. Anyway I just loved it and wanted to say thanks for sharing emoticon

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-SHAWN- 6/13/2008 3:21PM

  Great post! I love this time in my life. I'm happier now then I have ever been. It's sometimes difficult to believe I have a 16 year old grandson (and another 8) who drives a car. I don't feel old, I feel "added to".
I'm still 5 years old, 10 years old, 15 years old, and so on... it's all in me, I have so much to draw upon!

People my age and older are revered even idolized in other cultures. I choose how I feel about me.

You are right, this is a gift!

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From Reflections

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but doesn't get you anywhere. - Anonymous

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My favorite, and I have it in my bedroom wall, is:

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

There are two days in every week
about which we should not worry,
Two days which should be kept free
from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is "Yesterday"
with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders,
its aches and pains.
Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed;
we cannot erase a single word we said.
Yesterday is gone.

The other day we should not worry about is "Tomorrow"
with its possible adversities, its burdens,
its large promise and poor performance.
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or
behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise.
Until it does, we have no stake in Tomorrow,
for it is yet unborn.

This leaves only one day, "Today",
and anyone can fight the battles of just one day.
It is only when you and I add the burden of those awful eternities, Yesterday, and Tomorrow, that we break down.
It is not the experience of Today that drives people mad,
it is the remorse or bitterness for something
which happened Yesterday and the dread of what
Tomorrow may bring.
Let us, therefore, live but one day at a time
~Author Unknown~

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CROTTY 3/22/2009 10:43AM

    You are a joy to our site and so are your writings.

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