I found this on Facebook …
So, a young man comes up to me the other day and asks, "Hey, what's it feel like to be old?" I nearly spat out my prune juice from surprise because, frankly, I don't think of myself as old. The kid looked mortified when he saw my reaction, but I assured him it was an intriguing question. After pondering it, I came to the brilliant conclusion that getting old is a total gift.
Sure, sometimes I catch a glimpse of the old girl staring back at me in the mirror, but hey, I don't lose sleep over it. I'm not about to swap all the wisdom I've gathered for a few less silver hairs and a washboard stomach. I'm entitled to a bit of messiness, some extravagance, and a few hours admiring my garden without feeling guilty.
I've seen friends leave this world before they could enjoy the freedom that comes with aging. So what if I choose to stay up till 4 a.m. reading or gaming, and then snooze until who-knows-when? I'll groove to the tunes of the '50s and '60s, and if I fancy shedding a tear for a lost love later on, you bet I will!
I'll strut along the beach in a swimsuit hugging my old bod and dive into the waves without a care, despite the pitying glances from the bikini brigade. They'll get their turn at growing old if they're lucky.
Sure, my heart's endured its share of pain – losing loved ones, feeling a child's agony, or bidding farewell to a furry friend. But it's those trials that toughen us up and help us grow. A heart that's never been bruised is about as lively as a rock and will never savor the joy of imperfection.
I take pride in every silver strand on my head and in retaining the grin of my youth before those deep wrinkles showed up. So, to give an honest answer to the question: "I love being old because it makes me sharper and more liberated!"
Hey, I know I won't be around forever, but while I'm here, I'm living by my own rules – the ones my heart cooks up. No regrets for what never happened, no fretting over what's to come. For the time ahead, I'm just going to revel in life like I always have. The rest? Well, that's in the hands of the big guy upstairs.
©️ Suzy B
I can relate 😏
Easter Saturday today.
I didn’t even wake up until 9am. Harley and I decided to rise at 9.30am and went straight out to the pool to play.
After play, I enjoyed fresh crab on toast for breakfast and took it into the art room where I sat for about 90 minutes adding to one of my art works …
From there I decided to watch some episodes of “Selling Houses Australia” before the football started.
My footy tipping is doing very poorly. I certainly have some work to do to catch up to everyone else!
BGWLBH had leftover salmon patties for dinner. Adoring Husband had two big fillets of cod with salad and I cut a small wedge off one of the fillets for myself.
I’ve enjoyed two smoothies today - soursop, pineapple and passionfruit. Delicious!
I’m watching “Robin Hood Prince of Thieves” with a very delicious Kevin Costner so I shall sign off so that I can drool over him before I sleep.
Nite all.
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