What would you trade against Aging?

Had a great time today at Team leader Training met some new people Sharna, Sheila, Nora, great bunch, on my drive home got to thinking about how I should have got involved in the community etc years ago, and now as we all get older things are going to fast not enough hours in the day not enough days in the week;
I can be a daydreamer: Well I can at my age! incontinence not set in yet. So I went through some old computer files and found the following:

What would you trade against Aging?

I would never trade my amazing friends, my  wonderful life, my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly.

Yes I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own  friend. I don’t reproach myself for eating that extra biscuit, or for not  making my bed, or for buying that silly cement garden gnome that I didn’t need, but looks so Avanti 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 pair of shorts that  is stretched over my bulging belly, and I will dive into the waves with  abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the younger 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; 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 turned grey, and to have my youthful laughs be forever  etched into deep into the 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 the 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 chocolate every single day (if I feel like it).

But more then anything




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