A new, younger friend, was hesitant to write her feelings down on paper.
Why not? I thought.
And then I remembered and rejoiced in that knowledge.
I’m too old for games, I wrote,
but I can understand why you would be hesitant.
I was like that too, at your age.
I now have the freedom not to care what others think.
Freedom not to even think about what others think, not to hesitate, just say what’s on my mind, politely.
What a luxury, a new luxury that I had taken for granted. A gift. A heavenly gift.
I never realized it before until the younger one said “I thought about it but I didn’t say anything”
I had forgotten that hesitancy until I was reminded of it.
It’s like inhaling a deep breath, holding it in and effortlessly letting it go,
letting it seep into all the crevices of life, be it ocean or wind, or water.
Drifting aimlessly like a freed red kite among the unencumbered blue sky.
I have earned this.
This is my gift to myself.
I will pride myself on not dyeing my hair, for the few strands that are gray and white,
I will wear them with authenticity.
I will continue to throw back my head with my hair long and laugh.
There really is wisdom, joy and freedom in older age.
Even, especially if you don’t seek it;
it will find you.
Keep your heart open to receiving that gift.
Beautifully said! Thank you!
::smooch::
Ash
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Awesome!!! Love it. And I do also find a certain freedom in aging…and it feels good. I don’t always have to look my best just to go to the store…I am comfortable in my own skin…I don’t look to others to validate me….for the most part…lol. Nice post Laurie Lou!!! Thank u for being u!!!
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I’m so glad, thank you Tammy. You are wonderful just the way you are!
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