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    • 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,
      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
      overeat, 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 a.m., and sleep until noon?
    • I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60'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 bikini 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 a 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 turn 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.  I can say "no", and mean it.  I can say
      "yes", and mean it.
    • 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.