Speakers on for As Time Goes By

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, he was immediately embarrassed, but explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it and let him know.

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 sometimes despair over my body.
The wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.

And often I am taken aback by that older person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my friends, my good 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, 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 a.m. and sleep until noon

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the past 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 wave with abandonment if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old. Much faster than they think.

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. 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 older. 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 my time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.

And I shall eat chocolate every single day.


--Author Unknown


Signs You Are Getting Older


You enjoy hearing about other people's operations.

You are proud of your lawn mower.

You send money to PBS.

You no longer think speed limits are a challenge.

You wear black socks with sandals.

You consider coffee one of the most 
important things in life.

Your arms are almost too short
to read the newspaper.

You can go bowling without drinking.

You buy a compass for the dash of your car.

Your best friend is dating someone half
their age and isn't breaking any laws.

You got cable for the weather channel.

You quit trying to hold your stomach in
no matter who walks into the room.

You know what the word "equity" means.

You get into a heated argument about pension plans.

The end of your tie doesn't come anywhere
near the top of your pants.

Your ears are hairier than your head.

People call at 9 p.m. and ask,
"Did I wake you?"

You can sing along with elevator music.

You can't remember the last time you laid on
the floor to watch tv.

You answer a question with,
"Because I said so!"



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Grandma Bettye