Then and Now…Are we Really that Old?

OMG….I’m 54 and I KNOW I don’t look as this old

Aging gracefully

Now that’s just not a nice angle…shame on the photographer!

Not too shabby…proves some do get better with age!

Cut your hair man…you are not and never were a Rock Star!

I’ll bet she still cleans up nicely

I have my doubts on whether or not his is really the same people - just look at the nose on Tyne Daley…nah….if that’s her she needs to sue her plastic surgeon.

Whose he again?

Still gorgeous after all these years!

A little too much sun over the years

Still two of my favorite peeps!

Maybe he’s a nice grandpa?

So much talent – Love Paul Anka!

Gorgeous then and Gorgeous now!!!

Yep, I’m sure he’s a nice grandpa!

Will always remember him as ‘Doc’ from his role in “Back to the Future”

Needs a makeover…then again maybe I do too

Oh heaven help her!

Lookin good for 79

Never Have Regrets

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 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 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).