Thursday, February 17, 2011

I needed this today, maybe you do too...

It has been so long since I have posted, and I apologize. Sometimes life gets in the way.

I received this email today from my aunt, a neatnik who sometimes forgets to love and live in the moment. This made me smile thinking that perhaps she internalized the lovely and loving message, and I hope you do too. Healthy, happy wishes and I promise, I'll be back soon - e


I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for fewer gray hairs 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 avanté 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).

(Wish I knew the author; I'd hug her tightly and perhaps a bit too long.)


  1. Erin,

    Thank you for posting this today and sharing it. As I read through this I was visualizing different clients and loved ones that I wish to share it with. I also kept thinking how this too was a great reminder to me. Follow your heart, go after your dreams, live life because it is meant to be lived!

    Thank you again!

  2. WOW! This is incredible and SO true. I too find getting older means less worrying about what others think and just enjoy yourself and rid yourself of negative people and forces in your life. Find a career you actually enjoy and tell those you love how you feel once in a while, the world could use it. There is way to much "noise" in the media and we get way too caught up in it. I "live" for a sunny day and a beach...


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