Aging….


I am so grateful that I am no longer young. I received this in an email and thought I should share it!!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.

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I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning grey, 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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12 thoughts on “Aging….”

  2. Wow, is this powerful! I agree with every word and love the way you expressed something I’ve been feeling. It is a blessing to be alive and although grief can steal our life, it is a struggle that can have a surprising outcome with “letting go.” It’s great that you’re letting go, Tersia. I see a lot of my song lyrics within your words. There is nothing better than becoming our own best friend! :)

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  4. I absolutely love this post. I was just talking to my son and his guy pals last night about their car shows. I told them that when the day comes I only worry about me again, I would like to go to just one of the shows. Their comment? Oh Mom, you couldn’t handle it!! I say Phooey, let me at it!!!!

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  5. Brilliant blog T, lol…
    I am only 40, but something struck a cord with me there.
    The part about ” broken hearts are what give us strength”
    I never got a broken heart, a broken body maybe, and a damaged spirit
    But this is what happened to me..The pain gave me “strength, and understanding, and compassion” NO ARGUMENT!! I think it is because I know first hand what pain is, that I can relate to others pain. Make sense? I hope it does..3am here…shattered…

    And age is only a number. x
    Shaun x

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  8. When I was sitting on the beach at Hanauma Bay( Oahu, Hawaii)–a very elderly man made his way down the beach, using a walker. Of course, that was extremely difficult for him to do because the walker would sink into the sand every time he put it down. But he did not want help from anyone. Pulling that walker up out of the sand and sinking it back into the sand, It took him about 25 minutes to make it all the way down to the water’s edge. As soon as he felt the wet sand beneath his feet, he tossed his walker to the side, sat down and put on his fins and snorkel, leaned into the water…..and swam away.
    In the water, he was young and free again, exploring the coral and watching the fi

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  9. I am having a difficult time getting anything to post correctly. Here is the last sentence! Let me try again….
    When I was sitting on the beach at Hanauma Bay (Oahu, Hawaii)–a very elderly man made his way down the beach, using a walker. Of course, that was extremely difficult for him to do because the walker would sink into the sand every time he put it down. But he did not want help from anyone. Pulling that walker up out of the sand and sinking it back into the sand, It took him about 25 minutes to make it all the way down to the water’s edge. As soon as he felt the wet sand beneath his feet, he tossed his walker to the side, sat down and put on his fins and snorkel, leaned into the water…..and swam away.
    In the water, he was young and free again, exploring the coral and watching the fish.
    And I thought….when I am that age..I want to be exactly like him!!

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