Kick Out the Grey Matter

This came from a friend the other day … each phrase turns on a light in my brain

Grow Old

As I age I am kinder to myself, less critical,
I have become my own friend.

I have seen many a friend leave this world too soon,
before they understood the freedom that comes with age.

Whose business is it if I choose to read, play on the
computer until 4am or sleep till noon? I will dance with
myself to wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 and 70s.

At the same time, if I wish to weep over a lost love I will.

I will walk the beach in a swimsuit stretched over a
bulging body and dive into the waves with abandon
despite the glances of pity from the jet set. They too
will grow old.

Sometimes I am forgetful. But then again, some of
life is just as well forgotten. 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 when a beloved pet is hit
by a car?

Yet broken hearts are what give us strength and
understanding and compassion. A heart never
broken is pristine and sterile, will never know the
joy of being imperfect.

I am blessed to have lived long enough to have my
hair turn grey, to have my youthful laughs be forever
etched into deep grooves on my face.

So many have never laughed, 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 any more. I’ve 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’m here I will not waste
time lamenting what could have been or worry about
what will be.

I shall eat dessert every single day if I feel like it!

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

This is my take on the Friday topic of “Letting Go,”
wonder what my consorts have to say?
Gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, Ocdwriter,
Padmum, PaulRamana, The Old Fossil and Will

About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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