“It`s not how old you are, it`s how you are old.”
I had breakfast with a special friend the other morning. This is a person who has faced more trials and tribulations than almost anyone I know and yet she stays positive. She radiates kindness and goodwill making new friends as she does. She sees the sun on even the darkest days and it rubs off on folks like me.
I am finding as Betty Davis once said old age is not for sissies. Things in my body that I did even know I had ache and I sure move a lot slower than I use to but I too appreciate the bright side of life. Like my friend I find little use dwelling on what is wrong when there is so much that is right especially in the friendship I receive from my family and acquaintances.
Here is a piece I copied from the Inspire 21 web page that explains the value of graceful aging.
Old Friends Forever
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and 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.
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.
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).
Aging can be fun if you lay back and enjoy it.
A doctor and a lawyer were talking at a party. Their conversation was constantly interrupted by people describing their ailments and asking the doctor for free medical advice.
After an hour of this, the exasperated doctor asked the lawyer, “What do you do to stop people from asking you for legal advice when you’re out of the office?”
“I give it to them,” replied the lawyer, “and then I send them a bill.”
The doctor was shocked, but agreed to give it a try. The next day, still feeling slightly guilty, the doctor prepared the bills. When he went to place them in his mailbox, he found a bill from the lawyer.
I live in my own little world, but it’s ok, they know me here.
A church choir was putting on a car wash to raise money for a special trip to Bethlehem.
They made a large sign that read: CAR WASH FOR CHOIR TRIP. On the scheduled Saturday, business was very good. But, by two o’clock the sky clouded, the rain poured, and there were hardly any customers.
Finally, one of the soprano singers had an idea. She printed a very large poster with the words: WE WASH. GOD RINSES. (Next to the words was an arrow pointing skyward.) Business boomed!
“Always be sincere, even when you don’t mean it.”
On his eightieth birthday party, the famous writer gave a small speech, he started “At such an age actually, a man has a lot of advantages” he paused. The pause lasted for a while, and then he added “Well I am just trying to remember what they are!”
“My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.”
Doctors are used to getting calls at any hour. One night a man phoned his doctor, waking him up. “I’m really sorry to bother you so late,” he said, “but I think my wife has appendicitis.”
Still half asleep, the doctor reminded him that he had removed hs wife’s inflamed appendix a couple of years before.
“Whoever heard of a second appendix?” the doctor asked.
“You may not have heard of a second appendix, doc,” the man replied, “but surely you’ve heard of a second wife!”
I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.
A minister was planning a wedding at the close of the Sunday morning service.
After the benediction he had planned to call the couple down to be married for a brief ceremony before the congregation.
For the life of him, he couldn’t think of the names of those who were to be married.
“Will those wanting to get married please come to the front?” he requested.
Immediately, nine single ladies, three widows, four widowers, and six single men stepped to the front.
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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