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Seniors Kick Ass!

I am in my forties, approaching my fifties with confidence, and actually looking forward to my sixties. Crazy, you say? But there are advantages to those golden years!

At my age, I have a lot to say, and less time to say it. So, if I offend people by getting right to the point, TOO BAD! I have to get my thoughts out there before my short term memory glitch kicks in and my brilliant observation or astute criticism is lost forever. I know everyone wants to benefit from my wise witticisms, so my forthrightness will just have to be excused. Get over it.

This is one of the joys of ageing — bluntness. Older people seem to be masters at “telling it like it is”. They can cut to the chase and expound concisely on any subject. And the younger folk sit back and listen in silent reverence…or perhaps it is horrified shock. No matter. People tend not to debate with seniors. It may be that youth regard old folk with respect, or think they’re batty. Don’t care. As long as I can look forward to voicing my opinions without being confronted.

My granny was a hard-nosed realist, and I used to laugh (internally) at her quirky comments, marvelling at how tactless she could sometimes be, but never dared question her. Now I understand that she just didn’t want to mess about. She had no fear of judgement, and no qualms about her opinions, even if they stung a little. I look back now and appreciate her honest and open way, but perhaps she could have been a tad more considerate of people’s feelings.

I grim maniacally and rub my hands when I imagine myself with grey hair, my grandkids at my mercy, forced to listen my musings. One of the many benefits of ageing.

I have no problem getting older…not that I am ancient, YET. I’m really not bothered about the lines and sagging, because with the fading of the façade comes an interior renovation that kicks ass! Out with the self-doubt! Tear down the walls that confine or paint over them with self-contentment. Remove the clutter of want and relax into the minimalism of need.

Let’s change the old adage, “Over the hill,” to “Cresting the peak.” And remember brilliant quotes like:

  • “Women may be the one group that grows more radical with age.” ~ Gloria Steinem
  • “It’s paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.” ~ Andy Rooney
  • “Wisdom comes with winters.” ~ Oscar Wilde
  • “Old age is no place for sissies!” ~ Bette Davis
  • “I have reached an age when, if someone tells me to wear socks, I don’t have to.” ~ Albert Einstein
  • “By the time you’re eighty years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” ~ George Burns

There is a sort of peace that settles into the crevices and softens the edges of life. Peace with who you’ve become and knowledge that you have learned just about all you’re going to learn, or all you want to learn, and you’re going to pass your sage advice on to someone, damn it, whether they like it or not!

Growing older means appreciating what you have and who you are. With age comes wisdom and a certain freedom to speak your mind and say, “To hell with what you think of me. I am who I am!”

Feel free to ask me a question about anything…I promise to be (brutally) honest!

Secrets to Staying Young

Secrets to Staying Young
I hope you are reading this because you are secure in yourself. When you look in the mirror, you don’t worry about the worry lines, you laugh at the laugh lines, and shrug at the cellulite; you blow a kiss at the crow’s feet and give a cheeky wink to the love handles . . . and you’re only curious about the kooky advice I might give so you can scorn it and continue on your happy way.

I wish I could be that confident all the time . . . happy not in the idea of what I could be, but joyful for who I am.

But the truth is we often mourn the years passed, and yearn to look like we did when we were twenty.

We will never regain the firm skin and flashing eyes of youth; but, would you want to if you also had to lose the years that made you who you are today?

Would you erase the flush of first love to be able to forget the lovers’ quarrels? Would you crumple up your wedding photos to be a blushing bride again? Would you dismiss the joy of holding your child for the first time so you could have a flat tummy? Would you trade in the times you cried with your girlfriends for fewer lines around your eyes?

Most of the time I am comfortable in my skin, and thankful for the experiences — good and bad — which made me who I am today. But I have to remind myself (more frequently than I like to admit) that I am beautiful the way I am, and it’s okay to love the body in the mirror with all its perfect imperfections.

My favourite people to spend time with are those who add to my laugh lines. I love being with people who will hug my womanly curves and kiss me when I’m not wearing a daub of makeup. I like people who are more concerned with how they are helping others instead of how they look.

I figured out long ago that it’s how you feel, not how you look, that is important. Even the most beautiful person in the world might not feel beautiful inside. But it takes work to feel young . . . perhaps more work than just looking young.

So, I am thankful for the youthful people in my life because I feel younger when I am with them: my crazy sister and loony kids, my wacky friends and relatives, and the children I once worked with who allowed me to see life through their eyes. Those little people were filled with energy and positivity; they moved bravely forward through each day, never looking back, and found joy in being in the now. They admired their faces in the mirror and loved themselves unabashedly.They learned something new every day and kept their minds active.

We can all learn to live more youthfully — each and every one of us.

So, as women and mothers, let’s celebrate all we have done, and all we have become. Let’s look forward to each moment with joy, without imagining life might be a tiny bit more perfect with a younger face and body. Let’s surround ourselves with laughter, love and life.

Those are my secrets to staying young . . . on the inside where it counts.