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Saturday, May 31, 2008

The Gift of Age

Cartoon 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 4:00 a.m. and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60s and 70s; 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. 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
or pet suffers? But broken hearts are what gives 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 etch
ed 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.
Being old 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.

4 comentarios:

angie dijo...

Me ha encantado el texto. Es muy emotivo y también tan real. Muchas gracias por compartirlo, voy a visitar ese blog. Creo que vale la pena!

Blanca R.C. dijo...

Que hermoso lo que has puesto he rescatado estas frases por que parecen dichas por mi subconsciente y además son verdades como puños.


Me he convertido en mi propio amigo,
Tengo derecho a ser desordenado, a ser extravagante,
Los corazones rotos son los más fuertes y más dados a la comprensión y a la compasión.
Y llegar a vivir lo suficiente como para que una sonrisa de la juventud quede grabada en el rostro.
Según envejeces es más fácil ser positivo, por que importa menos lo que los otros piensan, incluso he ganado el derecho a estar equivocado.
No voy a vivir para siempre, pero mientras estoy aún aquí, no voy a perder el tiempo lamentando lo que pudo haber sido o preocupada por lo que será.

Este es el espíritu que quiero ganarme cuando aun sea mas vieja, eso es lo que algunos días ya siento, así es como espero sentirme cuando por fin solo lo importante tenga importancia.
Gracias Angelines por este escrito y que mucha más gente comprendiese que con la madurez y la vejez por fin te has ganado el derecho a ser feliz.

quiltygal dijo...

AMEN!!!!

Molly dijo...

Well said! I agree wholeheartedly! Found you through Ali of Quiltingorchardist........