You’ve heard it. “70 is the new 60.” Some days, you don’t feel like it, but most of the time, it’s true. We’re living longer at a better pace. Our future in retirement may include cruises, studies, valuable volunteer work, even starting a new business. And yet, aging occurs, each and every day. How should sons and daughters react?
You’re Not the Boss of Me
I am surrounded by folks in retirement who have decided to enjoy their remaining years complete with all their elderly foibles. Here’s a message to all their sons and daughters and grandkids who may think them a bit strange.
On their behalf I ask: Whose business is it if I chose to read, or play on the computer until 4 am, or sleep until noon? I will dance by myself to Golden Oldies, and if I wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I know I am sometimes forgetful, but some of life is just as well forgotten. And eventually I remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken, but I won’t dwell on it. I am blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn grey. So many of my friends have been lost before the silver could take hold.
You know, youngsters, as you get older it’s easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. You allow yourself the right to please yourself. I don’t constantly question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I’m not going to live forever; but while I’m still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been or worrying about what will be.
And I’ll be thankful, very thankful, every single day.
So much more to this discussion – saved for another day.