Tuesday, November 24, 2009

So far this is the oldest I've ever been

Today I'm posting this text a friend sent me, about having the right to be old. I guess it is a right I have acquired. I try not to think about it too much, and yet at times reality catches up with me.

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 (most of the time that is...). 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. (Trust me, I treat myself regularly and I have the belly to prove it!)

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. (There is a freedom, we just have to be willing to see it as such)

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? (I must say, this is the greatest advantage of working from home!)

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. (it feels good to remember at times...)

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. (My heart has been used and is far from being perfect)

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. (And, there are hair colours and Botox, so, it's all good!)

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 guess I'm not that old yet, because I still question myself.)

I've even earned the right to be wrong. (Doesn't mean I'm liking it, though!)

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. (I think I do)

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). (Actually, that and brushing my teeth are things I do daily!)

Nice text, wasn't it? I think aging is like love; it's all in the eyes of the beholder, how one chooses to see and live their life. My life, so far, has been full, fun and despite some rough patches really worth living. For that I'm thankful and looking forward to the rest of it...


Mousse said...

Bonne Fête !!!! Mousse xoxox

St Jude said...

I'm celebrating a milestone birthday in January and I can't wait. Getting older is so much fun, I've finally found that my 'skin' fits and it feels easy to wear. Nothing fake or false to try and fit in or please others, just who you really are. The genuine article.

Purple Pigeon said...

Merry Birthdale Mon Paw du Stinky! Well, you have every right to feel comfortable in your own skin cuz you are all round fablulous!

Green-Eyed Momster said...

This is absolutely beautiful Stinkypaw! It brought me to tears. You are so wise! I'm so glad you're my Blend.
It would have taken me a week to type that in a text. Happy Birthday! Sending you hugs from Arizona!

Word Verification is undies. I swear!


Grumpy said...

Argh! I meant to wish you a happy birthday :) I get confused with the time differences. So Happy b'day from Oz xo

Anonymous said...

I like being 42 because it's the meaning of life. I think I might stick with it for awhile.

Anyway, I loved this text!

flurrious said...

Happy Birthday!

Meg said...

That is nice. It is neat the things you pick up along the way.

St Jude said...

Sorry,one thing I forgot to mention about aging... I keep forgetting things. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Charlie said...

Your friend is very, very wise. Thank you for printing it.

And to the graceful lady who never forgets anyone else's birthday, Happy Birthday (because I forgot).

kara said...

that is the longest text message i've ever seen.

and trust me...cement geckos never look avant garde, i don't care what your age is.

Stinkypaw said...

Mousse: Thank you my dear!

StJude: You're lucky to feel this way, so many aim for that - good for you! But in all fairness, you're royalty after all! ;-)

Pigeon: Thank you duck, you're too kind!

GEM: Thank you, and undies are always a good thing! ;-)

Grumpy: You were on the right day, still. Thank you!

greenduckies: 42 wasn't bad, now I'm 43 let's see how that goes! :-)

flurrious: Thank you!

Meg: You have no idea! I actually don't mind aging for most parts.

StJude: lol, thank you!

Charlie: Thank you sir.

kara: Sorry, I'll try not to do that again. I'm with you on the gecko thing, but the real one are cuties!

Barb said...

Every birthday I had after 30 was easier than turning 30. Now that I'm 40, however, well, it's still taking some getting used to. If the pattern holds, turning 41 will be much easier. What a great text!

ModernMom said...

This is a great post...I do think a broken heart makes us stronger:)