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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    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.
    3316 days ago
    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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    3355 days ago

    Comment edited on: 2/11/2009 8:26:52 AM
    Amen. Those wrinkles are part of our character. Cute.
    3586 days ago
    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!
    3588 days ago
    emoticon This 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
    3596 days ago
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    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!
    3598 days ago
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