Deborah (debris4spike) wrote,

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Life Is A Gift - Don't Waste It!

Earlier this year, as many will know I had a mini epiphany ... Can't say that I am always as positive as I was when I wrote that, but overall life is pretty good.

So I thought I would share a Spam e-mail that the conductor of one of the Bands I am a member of has sent me ... It is a good set of positive thoughts for us all ... whatever our age (as I know some of you are still teenagers!)

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 sometime  despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken  aback by that old person that 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 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, 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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