I have been reflecting about my age and my life. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful family and my comfortable and happy life style for less grey hair and a stronger body. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and think less about myself. I have become my own best friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie (gluten free), or for not hanging up my pants or for buying that latest expensive electronic toy. I'm entitled to a treat, to be messy and to be extravagant. (and my iPhone, my iPad, Facebook, my Twitter and my Kindle 2 provide me a great deal of pleasure.)
(And my grandchildren think it's cool that Poppy has the fastest thumbs for texting in the West for grandfathers and has more "friends" on his Facebook than they do.)
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?
Yes. There are advantages of aging. It sure does beat the alternative.
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