Growing old makes no sense. It is unreasonable. I still feel like I am a happy, healthy thirty year old on the inside – so ‘whatsup’ with the change in the outside? I look in the mirror and sometimes I see my Mother. Sometimes, I see just an older version of me. Sometimes I am shocked by the reflection and step outside of myself and consider the stranger that stares back at me.
Apart from the exterior, there are many things I like about being in my ‘encore’ time of life! I like the freedom of relationships. You don’t have to like me. I know that I will survive your rejection. I can tell a man of most any age that I love him and it just says, “I love you too.” There are no innuendos and no concerns that he will suddenly want more than I meant.
I am thankful as I advance in years as not all people grow old and I believe that it affords us wonderful perspective. .
My grandchildren amaze me with their abilities and thoughts. My grown children are a source of pride in their accomplishments and character. They live too far away – or I do.
My true friends are few but I value them and they value me. We have walked past the ones that were for a season and those who are users.
I can travel if I want, but mostly I love being home and enjoying the peace and quiet companionship of my dear husband.
Everything is more intense. The things that I have little or no control over seem to be moving at a more rapid pace including political divides, corporations like Monsanto that have high-jacked our food supply and led to the genetic modification of so many things, the patent office that made GMO possible, and so much more. Our grandchildren have much to deal with and I fear our legacy isn’t a pretty one. . I still have a desire to impact things for good.
My husband of thirty-two years is more precious to me every day. He doesn’t say much but the silence is filled with love.
But the top reason for growing older is the closeness that I feel to my Creator and the love that I feel for everyone I meet. I used to look at others and judge their clothes, their financial condition and their failures – now I feel an overwhelming love for them and find myself praying for complete strangers.