You realise your getting old when......

As I've* aged, I've* become kinder to myself, and less critical of* myself. I've become my* own friend.

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, or sleep until noon?* I* will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the* 50, 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 want to)

Age is just a number. Your real age is the way YOU feel about your self.

 

stage 1. You start to forget names.
stage 2. You forget to zip up ypur zipper.
stage 3. You forget to zip it down!!!!!!

 

Well I'm not at stage 3 yet:o

 

If you are a Brit and can remember these, then, Like me, you ARE old.



JP

 

Oh yes. They even saluted you as they passed you if they saw your badge on the grill of your car.

 

Quite So!

Seeing is believing methinks.

 

Yes I remember being a passenger in my brother in law's Austin Atlantic 1953 model!
and being saluted

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