The blessings of growing older 39



View Profile

As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to, 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 ageing.

Whose business is it, if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4am, or sleep until noon? I will dance alone to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s and 70s, and if I, at the same time, 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, eventually, I 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 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, 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.

Thank you to Russell for sharing this with us. What do you love about ageing? What makes you feel blessed when you look back at your life?


This writer has chosen to remain anonymous.

  1. This is so well written, a great read. It’s nice to be comfortable with yourself at last, confident. Like a nice pair of old shoes New ones can be uncomfortable, they take a while to wear in.

  2. How brave and strong,Happy with the person I have grown into ,last but not least loving Myself Amen

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *