Getting Old

I love my friends, my wonderful life and my fabulous family. I appreciate my husband to be and cannot wait to take on the rest of our lives together but living in Los Angeles I think is hard on people who want to age gracefully. I don’t care about liposuction or being a size 4. I would never trade the wrinkles on my face or a flatter belly for the gifts that I have in my life.

As I have gotten older things have gotten more out of whack but I have also found that I don’t beat myself up for not having perfect hair, or compare myself with other women thinking that I am lacking. I am getting kinder to my wonderful qualities and less critical of the things I don’t like. I don’t beat myself up as much for the things I like and I don’t worry about what others think as much. Aging is freedom.

As I get older I learn to deal with more heartbreak. Losing loved ones or helping a friend struggle through hardships or dealing with dehabilitating life changes breaks your heart but broken hearts are what give us strength to understand, to change, and to become better.

I have made choices that have not always been the right choice. I have agonized over mistakes that I have made in my life but as I get older I care less with others think and I don’t question myself anymore. I have earned the right to be wrong occasionally.

Being old has set me free and I will eat desert every single day if I feel like it.