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Monday, June 22, 2009

How to Age Perfectly Imperfect - or Cement Geckos on my Patio

A good friend sent me this today, and it seemed worthy of sharing! I admire the author, whoever she may be, for her positive attitude and outlook on life. If I can be a tenth as positive as she is, that would be a great achievement! I can say that I feel more empowered and liberated with every birthday:)

How to Age Imperfect

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. 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 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 70's & 80'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.

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.

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).

The End.

Note from me. With that being said, I'm still waging war with those wrinkles and gray stuff.... so I'm drinking my Fountain of Youth Water. You can too... Have one on me. Just click on the label below for a larger view, then save to your computer. Print out, laminate if you wish, and tape to a water bottle.

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  1. That is so true what she wrote. It brought me a smile reading this and many things in common with her, I stay up late into the wee hours of the morning. my hair is turning grey and don't really care what people think to live your own life without worrying what others think. This change came all about when I turned 40 a couple years ago.

  2. Hi there! I just popped over from SITS to say hi, and I was super excited to see that you are a fellow Arkansan! Love your blog and I love this Aging Imperfect cute! Happy Wednesday!

  3. Aging Imperfect - love it! Thanks so much for sharing and hope you had a great day... :)