Today I turned 62 years old and have now been retired for about 2 1/2 years.
I find that I don't ride my bikes as much or feel quite the need for speed. I am not sure if that is old age or a sense of self preservation. I do still love to ride but it is no longer a craving. I do enjoy carving a corner but it is with the knowledge that my balance and reaction time are not what they were when I was 25. Maybe since my life has slowed down that internal drive has moderated. I find that I now take the time to watch the wild birds at the feeders, drink my morning coffee with less gusto, admire the amazing photography that some of you post on the web and actually take the occasional afternoon nap. I have opened myself up to other adventures and opportunities. Lest you think that I sit in an easy chair and watch reruns of Oprah, I have taken up chainsaw carving and love to see what emerges from a large piece of cedar log after several hours of hard work.
Recently a friend sent me this piece on aging and I thought it was exceptional. On my birthday, I want to share it with you all and say thanks for the birthday wishes and for your friendship...
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, 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 aging.
Whose business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer,
until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those
wonderful tunes of the 50, 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).