I just had this sent to me by a friend and thought it was appropriate
and very true for me - for those of you too young to appreciate this -
just tuck it away for a later date :-))


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,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 AM 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 ha s 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, 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. (If I feel like it)

MAY 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!

-- 
Laree in NC
Doppa & Mura
Simon, Sadie and Sam (the "S" gang)

"Yet when all the books have been read and reread, it boils down to
the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them."  -
William Farley

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