A Dilemma. Maybe. ( Archived) (48)

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old.

I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

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 avante 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.

For 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 friendships never come apart especially when it's straight from the heart.

May you always have a rainbow of smiles on your face and in your heart.

I look as getting older as getting wiser...My body tells me I'm not as young as I used to be...The mirror reminds me I'm not 18 anymore...BUT my mind and soul tell me I'm still a child at heart and fun and laughter will always be a part of who I am....

Scottishlass - Respect!

I consider myself quite fortunate. The person in my mirror doesn't look as old as he actually is. Either that or I really need to get my eyes checked again.

Scottishlass was right when she said everybody gets old, so why worry when younger folk look at us oldies with pity/disgust/fear...whatever.

Nobody in sound health truly feels their age until that look in the mirror and we think, that's not me surely! Leo mentioned being flattered by attention from younger women, I am flattered by any attention regardless of age.

I have wrinkles, a few grey hairs and extra pounds, nay inches, than I had when I was in my thirties, but I have good health, a happy life, great friends, interesting job.....and no angst about ageing.