Recently a good friend sent me one of those forwarded e-mails that I have to share. Since I've been dealing with one of the challenges of getting older (arthritis in my knees and shoulder), the truth in this little missive really struck a chord with me. I don't know who the author is, but I'd like to thank her/him for the awesome reminder...
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As
I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've
become my own friend.
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, or 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 foolish young people.

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.
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.

So, to answer your question, I like being older. 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.

6 comments:
I love getting wiser. And one of the things I learned is that you don't have to fall apart before you die. Extreme self care here!!
This was wonderful...and right on time!
Love this. I wish I knew who wrote it so I could send them a fan letter! Thank you for posting this, Chicki. It absolutely made my day.
Hi, Chicki,
Love the post. I'll try to remember to be nicer to myself before I get too old and forget :)
Hugs x
Enjoyed this post Chicki. I'm not as old as I plan to get before leaving here, but I'm starting to enjoy my freedom.
Thanks for making me feel a little bit less old! This was great and I'm tweeting a link to your blog.
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