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Old 12-07-2009, 12:11 PM   #382
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Enjoy the good things in life and don't worry about the
things we can not ever change...

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 kinder 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 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 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 that other colour, 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.

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 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 YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE
AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
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