[women_of_phoenix] Re: Please Read :-)

  • From: Sharon Gillam <sgillam@xxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: women_of_phoenix@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 22:52:51 -0700 (PDT)

I absolutely love this. THANK YOU!

--- On Wed, 9/22/10, Helen Knott <hiknott2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

From: Helen Knott <hiknott2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: [women_of_phoenix] Please Read :-)
To: "Carolann Morris" <cazmor@xxxxxxxxxxx>, women_of_phoenix@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Date: Wednesday, September 22, 2010, 12:22 PM

 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  kinder 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,  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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