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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 (who looks like my mother!), 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, that 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 A.M.
 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 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 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.    
 
 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,  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 dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
 
 
 MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE  HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART  FOREVER AND EVER!

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