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this was sent to my from a treasured Former Director of Nursing boss.. it was a great pick me up... so to all of you as you are buddies of mine..enjoy!!..
..Joanne...
>The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
> was
> >taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
> >reaction,
> >she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an
> >interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
> >Old Age, I decided, 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 so metime despair over my
> body, the
> >wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am
> taken
> >aback by that old person t hat lives in my mirror (who looks like
> my
> >mother!),
> >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 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 w ith 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 laug hs 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)
> >
> >MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S
> >STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A R AINBOW OF SMILES
> ON
> >YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR
> >HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
> >
..Joanne...>The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I
> was
> >taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my
> >reaction,
> >she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an
> >interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
> >Old Age, I decided, 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 so metime despair over my
> body, the
> >wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am
> taken
> >aback by that old person t hat lives in my mirror (who looks like
> my
> >mother!),
> >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 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 w ith 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 laug hs 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)
> >
> >MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S
> >STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A R AINBOW OF SMILES
> ON
> >YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR
> >HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
> >