The Blessing of a Few Grey Hairs

5 01 2011

My friend MZ has just been sent me the following words of wisdom. Words that have struck a cord or two as they echo many of my own thoughts on aging gracefully…and on occasion, not so gracefully!

‘I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life or my loving family for less grey hair 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. 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 grey, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into the lines 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. 

I like being older.  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!’

Day 5 – 365 Days of Celebration

Tonight as I retire for the evening, I shall look in the mirror and will celebrate my grey hairs for what they represent in terms of nearly 50 wonderful years lived to the full!




One response

6 01 2011
Jean Paul

Well, not quite 4am (but nearly 2) and I agree with your friend (and you) entirely! Grey is Great :-). Fat bellies are Fun (“to bounce on”, a lady friend told me recently). And broken hearts ARE more compassionate.

But you’re young yet, Julie, so keep doing what you do, including that wonderful smile.

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