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After reading the last post about things that are valuable I thought I would add this. It was sent to me on lovely stationary and I have no clue how to include it so I am just putting in the words

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, 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 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 . . or go to the casino

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60'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 bikini 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 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 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.

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Not only will I eat dessert every day, but I will eat dessert first! That way I don't have to worry about saving room for it.

I like wearing my hair the way I like it and not worring about what style my girlfriend will be wearing.

I like being able to smile at the cranky cashier as I politely ask her name, and then smile even bigger as I tell her that I do not work and tomorrow I will make her my full time job. Who cares if she is having a bad day, she does not have the right to be rude to me. I am long past caring what anybody else thinks.

I like spoiling my nieces, nephews, and grandchildren. They all think I hung the moon, they all think that they are my favorite. Heck, I tell each and every one of them that they are my favorite and I tell them to not tell the others.

I like not having to go to work everyday. I have too many fun things to do instead of working.

I am looking forward to my 100th birthday.....I promised myself that I will slow down a little when I reach 100. Not gonna die that young, just slow down.

I like having acqired life knowledge as I passed through my youth, but I also enjoy having the knowledge to never let my youthful nature slip away.

Heck, maybe one day I will even join one of those groups of ladies who wear purple clothes and wear red hats
but I want them all to be owned by a little white fluffy furbaby. Hummmmmmmm! I may have to start that group.....that would make me the "Queen"
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