Thursday, October 4, 2012

Age is like fine Wine



Getting Older is a Good Thing!


"NO LONGER BOUND BY OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINIONS"
As I’ve grown into being me, I have learned to become kinder and less judgmental of myself. I’ve become comfortable in my own skin. I really enjoy spending time with me. I used to feel so sad if I didn’t have something to do or somewhere to go, or even someone to be with.  But now I enjoy a quiet night at home. I have seen too many wonderful people leave this world way too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging and feeling happy. To feel that inner calm with one-self is the truest gift of happiness.
 Really, I must ask you, whose business is it anyway if I choose to read, play on the computer until 4 AM, or indulge in a half of gallon of chocolate ice cream directly out of the container, spoon in hand? Or sleep until noon for that matter? If I choose to weep over a lost love, I will! Maybe I’ll dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s, 70′s and 80’s.That is my choice and my decision.
There was a day I didn't like to be alone or do things alone, I would stay home and sulk in my own misery....But as the years go by I'm finding that to not be the case. Maybe I just feel like taking a walk in the mall, taking a drive, or maybe just turn the TV up so I can hear it and relax in the confines of my home. We all age and that is the beauty of life. As my mother say’s, 

“The alternative to aging stinks!”
 As I have gotten older, I have so much trouble remembering new names. My grand children's birthday and ages, you know the little things in life. Even the ones I know very well, I still forget quite often! Finding my car keys takes forever. And they’re always in the same place…go figure. But if this is the worst of it, so be it!


 My heart has been broken over the years and that is okay. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, a relationship fails, a child suffers,  It is, however, having the broken hearts that give us strength, empathy, understanding, and compassion into our lives and ourselves. As the saying goes, “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” A heart that has never been broken is cold and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. To love and be loved is the greatest gift of all.
 I am so grateful to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray. Yes, it’s an added expense to get it colored (which I do only a few times a year), but really, is this a big deal? I even like my wrinkles. They give me character, showing that I have lived and laughed. Katharine Hepburn was so elegant and beautiful with her wrinkles and all. She never touched her face and yet her beauty and life still shined through. I admire that.
 As you get older, it is easier to be more positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong. I like being older. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, so while I am still here, I will not waste time crying about what could have been. Nor will I worry about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day if I feel like it. Sometimes I may even change it up and eat dessert as my entree. I just love that I have choices and growing older has taught me this.


 Aging is about embracing the real you. You have become older and wiser. Getting older is a GOOD thing, I heard someone say getting older is like fine wine, the older it gets the more valuable it is. Stop trying to be young and someone else, accept who you are and the road that you are traveling...So sit back and enjoy the ride and for heaven sakes enjoy the process!

 By: Dr. Michael N. Smith Sr


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