Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Old age is a gift
I am not probably for the fist time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body. I I despair over my sagging belly, big butt and drooping boobs. I look in the mirror and see that old woman who looks like my mother and wonder 'who is that?'
I would never trade my great life with my amazing family.and friends for a nice head of hair and flat belly. As I have aged, I have become kinder to me. I will eat that extra cookie , stay up til 3 a.m. chatting on line or doing what I want. If I want to sleep til noon, I will.If I want to buy something I don't really need, leave me be. I deserve it.
Too many people die before they realize the great freedom that comes with being old.
I will dance to the songs of my youth and cry over lost loves and pets that have passed on....
I will walk on the beach and wear a bathing suit that stretches over my flab. Let them look. I don't care.
So I forget some things. Some things are best forgotten.
My heart has been broken and it will be broken again. I assume loved ones and pets will die but facing such things makes us stronger.
I care less about what others think as I age. I have earned the right to be wrong. I am not going to live forever and I want to enjoy the time I have.