Old Age is a Gift

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
January 12, 2012

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 avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, 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’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 bikini 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 a 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. Old Age is a Gift

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. I can say ‘no’, and mean it. I can say ‘yes’, and mean it

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 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

Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles.

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9 comments
  1. Eileen said:

    I wish you a day of ordinary miracles. Perfect……and that is perhaps the greatest gift of age…..time and perspective to recognize and savor the “ordinary miracles” of each day.

    lovely reminder….thanks

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  2. Noelene said:

    My sentiments exactly! I love growing older.

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  3. dbp49 said:

    I’m all for old age, and why not? I worked a long time to get here.

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  4. How true; especially,
    “It has set me free” –
    with that I 100% agree –
    it’s brought me
    into my ‘destiny’ –
    so a heartfelt yippee!
    and it’s preparing me –
    for playing it into eternity
    when the Lord translates me
    from soulish flesh into true spirituality…

    Like

  5. gpcox said:

    If getting old is a gift – what did I ever do to deserve it? 🙄

    Liked by 1 person

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