I've shared this in other threads and I think it applies here also.....btw I'm 49
Do I mind my age?
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful low stress life, my
loving family for less gray hair or a flatter
belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of
myself and others. 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 something
that I didn't need. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, and to afford 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 watch tv, read or play, on the computer
until 3 AM and sleep til noon? I will still wish I could dance with myself
to those wonderful tunes of the 70s & 80's, and if I, at the same time, wish
to weep over a lost love or loss of a friend ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body,
not worry about my man-boobs, 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.
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 and maybe caused others
heartache. 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, 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 turn 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
having the opportunity to do whatever I want whenever I want. I like the
person I have become. I thank God for every day of good health and look
forward to coming events both planned and unplanned. 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).
I wish this for you!