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I will have to print this one out for the oldies at work ...

LOL

Jill

Carol

That was fabulous - good on ya girl!
I shall try and remember some of your words when I next feel guilty, or not good enough or just plain down.

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 grey 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 biscuit, or for not making my
bed, or for buying that silly garden ornament 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?

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 grey
even though I dye it, 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)

No not red BC, jus a very light brown, my natural colour. I wouldn't mind if my hair was white but it is a horrible boring steel grey, quite dark and I ahve always been fair. Maybe when this lot of colour wears off I will have miraculously gone a lighter grey.

Don't tell me you have gone Red, Ann!!! Just as I am deciding to revert to my (very) white hair! It is getting to be such a palaver.... lol BCXX

Hmm me too! But I have just knocked at least 5 years, maybe more off. Just had my very grey hair coloured.

Lol Ann. I can relate to almost all of those! BCXX

Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what the hell happened.


Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out But I can usually shut her up with cookies.


The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy..


I refuse to think of them as chin hair. I think of them as stray eyebrows.



Old age ain't no place for sissies .


Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.


If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.


I'm not going to vacuum it until Somebody makes one you can ride on.


Behind every successful man is a surprised woman


Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-



When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over!!


Women are Angels

And when someone breaks our wings....

we simply continue to fly.........on a broomstick...


We are flexible....