“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
I hope you are doing well. I am, at least I am getting my energy back after it took a brief vacation while my body made a couple of hospital visits in the last month or so. This morning I am off to the gym for some exercise and then I will be joining with a few others as we tour one of Americas largest nature preserves. The temperature is supposed to be in the eighties so I may even sweat off a pound or two.
The highlight will be a luncheon following the tour hosted by a good friend of mine where we will get to enjoy food and fellowship. This is a welcome return to a more active life and the pleasure that comes from being out and about. I am at the time in life when I get to choose whether to enjoy the freedom that comes with age or hibernate and miss the fun. Like I have told you in the past for me life has never been better, even though the bones creak some and my moves are a bit slower.
Here is a story I don’t think I shared with you before. I don’t know who wrote it but I agree with what the author has shared.
Old Age 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 avant-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 am, and sleep until noon? 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. Old Age is a Gift
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
“Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.”
This fellow is looking to buy a saw to cut down some trees in his backyard. He goes to a chainsaw shop and asks about various chainsaws. The dealer tells him, “Look, I have a lot of models, but why don’t you save yourself a lot of time and aggravation and get the top-of-the-line model. This chainsaw will cut a hundred cords of wood for you in one day.”
So, the man takes the chainsaw home and begins working on the trees. After cutting for several hours and only cutting two cords, he decides to quit. He thinks there is something wrong with the chainsaw. “How can I cut for hours and only cut two cords?” the man asks himself. “I will begin first thing in the morning and cut all day,” the man tells himself. So, the next morning the man gets up at 4 am in the morning and cuts and cuts, and cuts till nightfall, and still he only manages to cut five cords. The man is convinced this is a bad saw. “The dealer told me it would cut one hundred cords of wood in a day, no problem. I will take this saw back to the dealer,” the man says to himself. The very next day the man brings the saw back to the dealer and explains the problem.
The dealer, baffled by the man’s claim, removes the chainsaw from the case. The dealer says, “Hmm, it looks fine.” Then the dealer starts the chainsaw, to which the man responds, “What’s that noise?
Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.
Goodman was a moderately successful stockbroker who dreamed of making the big money someday. He took his friend out for a drive, and he chose the route carefully in order to impress on him the possibilities of the brokerage business.
“Look at that yacht,” he said as they drove slowly past a marina. “That 96′ beauty belongs to the senior partner at Merrill Lynch. That one over there 104′ is owned by the head of Goldman, Sachs. And look at that huge 210′ yacht out there. That’s the pride and joy of the top seller at Prudential-Bache.”
His friend Morris was silent. Goodman turned to look at him and saw a pained look on his face.
“What’s the matter?” Goodman asked.
“I was just wondering,” Morris said. “why aren’t there any customers yachts?”
If I die, I forgive you, if I recover, we shall see.
Two nuns, Sister Catherine and Sister Helen, are traveling through Europe in their car. They get to Transylvania and are stopped at a traffic light. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a tiny little Dracula jumps onto the hood of the car and hisses through the windshield.
“Quick, quick!” shouts Sister Catherine. “What shall we do?”
“Turn the windshield wipers on. That will get rid of the abomination,” says Sister Helen.
Sister Catherine switches them on, knocking Dracula about, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns. “What shall I do now?” she shouts.
“Switch on the windshield washer. I filled it up with Holy Water at the Vatican,” says Sister Helen. Sister Catherine turns on the windshield washer. Dracula screams as the water burns his skin, but he clings on and continues hissing at the nuns.
“Now what?” shouts Sister Catherine? “Show him your cross,” says Sister Helen. “Now you’re talking,” says Sister Catherine.
She opens the window and shouts, “Get off the #%@$ car!”
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent – that is to triumph over old age.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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