The Miracle of Ageing

I am now, probably 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 that are starting to appear, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, help 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 grey 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 piece of pizza, sigh or for not making my bed, sigh or for buying that silly cement gnome that I didn't need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio.sigh I am entitled to overeat, 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 ageing.

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's & 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 younger bikini/board-shorts clad set. They, too, will get old!

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then 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 a 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.

Old Age is a Gift

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn grey slowly, but surely, 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 any more. I've even earned the right to be wrong. (although i cant remember the last time i was wrong) dunno

So, to answer your question, (before you ask it, that is) 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 want.

Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles. dancing beer
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crazyheart.
OPPPS
rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing
We are all "forever young"
And make sure you teach your boy to respect women. I am sure he will grow to be a fine gentleman, husband and father.
Thanks!

He is very a polite and respectful boy...well-mannered...he'll grow up to be a kind and loving man. His dad and I adore him, give him everything he wants in return for his good behavior.grin
Hey, thanks Simmo! My friend!
Beauty fades, but I like your smarts! This is a trait that always remains..smitten
Hey, thanks Simmo! My friend!
Beauty fades, but I like your smarts! This is a trait that always remains..smitten
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