Marsha Canham's Blog

December 24, 2010

A final thought before the jolly fellow arrives

Filed under: Caesars Through the Fence — marshacanham @ 4:38 am

I hate chain mail.  A lot that comes through emails I ignore because I know I’m not going to win a million in the next nine minutes whether I fail to send it on or not.  But I do like this one and I rather like the sentiments it contains, especially around this time of year.  So enjoy…and have a Very Merry Christmas

 

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 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.

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).

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1 Comment »

  1. Amen! And…yes!!!!

    Comment by Jill Metcalf — December 24, 2010 @ 5:01 am | Reply


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