I'm finally saying goodbye to something that left a long time ago, my youth. I have made peace with the lines in my face and the silver in my hair. I earned them.
I am wiser now, more the real me than I've ever been before. I've discarded others opinions of who and what I am or should be and I'm finally becoming who I was intended to be.
Youthful dreams long ago lay broken on the rocks of reality. There is no need to mourn them anymore. They're gone forever, making room for new, mature dreams that still have the potential of coming true .
I'm saying goodbye to thinking I have to please anybody but myself if pleasing another involves changing who I am and how I feel. I've said farewell to the notion that anger is a negative thing. There are times when anger is appropriate and I don't like the emotional indigestion caused by swallowing it.
I'm saying goodbye to frustration and confusion caused by tying to be all things to all people and I'm saying hello to the serenity of knowing and loving myself, just like God made me.
Getting old is not so bad. Sure, there are more aches and pains, greater limits to strength and ability but there is a new peace and a new freedom to embrace and enjoy. So goodbye fanciful youth, hello mature authenticity. I don't miss the younger me at all.
I'M WITH YOU POETESS, ABSOLUTELY! GOD DID NOT DEEM THAT I SHOULD LIVE SO LONG TO BE MISERABLE. GOODBYE YESTERDAY, HELLO TODAY...I'M IN 'HIS' HANDS, I'M PRESSING ON! THANKS FOR SHARING, SO ENJOYED. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
As I read I thought about my own aging process. While I've not denied it, it's getting to the point where it is accelerating at a rate that I find quite disconcerting. I'm not sure that I'm up to all the changes just up ahead. So I find myself thinking about how it was as little as 10, 15 years ago. But my case is different, so in a way I hope the end comes quickly because the frustration of operating without my body functioning at all is frightening to face.
Ron
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on April 23, 2016
My mind is so much younger than my body Belle, of course, I believe that's the way our brains operate. I will be 66 come September and the aches and pains have started. I would never want to be young again
mainly because you are just learning the ropes of life and wisdom has not met you yet...on with the new...
As I told my students recently when they asked if I wouldn't like to be young again, "No," I replied emphatically. "I am much happier now than I ever was then." Thank you for this touching ode of farewell to youth. It has had its place, now it is time to be you. John
My oh my, how I love what you've had to say here. I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now, but your writing sounds exactly like a friend from Mississippi that I taught with years ago. All the time I'm reading anything you write, I can imagine her sitting across the table from me at lunchtime, relating your story to me. It's the craziest thing how your writing affects (I do hope I chose the right one) me. Now, I'm not from Mississippi; however, I always loved hearing that teacher tell a story. Well, I sorta got caught up in all this, so I'll sign off for now. You did an outstanding job, so I suppose I'll have to give you an A+.
I read this earlier and had not really taken note of the summary. It can't be a coincidence that I just caught Roger McGuinn and Marty Stewart performing "My Back Pages" before I came back to this piece. Therein lies my paradox, "but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now." I started graying early and never let it bother me because I figgered I earned every one of them there gray hairs. I am beat up but I will never be beat down and neither will you....
Youth is fleeting and we must either adjust or fool ourselves into believing our bodies are forever young. The lines and wrinkles relate many stories, some good some not, but we endured to display them. Wear them with honor like hard earned medals in the game of life. Maturity has many perquisites to offset the aches and pains. Savor them with intensity Belle. Jon Michael
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
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As I read I thought about my own aging process. While I've not denied it, it's getting to the point where it is accelerating at a rate that I find quite disconcerting. I'm not sure that I'm up to all the changes just up ahead. So I find myself thinking about how it was as little as 10, 15 years ago. But my case is different, so in a way I hope the end comes quickly because the frustration of operating without my body functioning at all is frightening to face.
Ron
mainly because you are just learning the ropes of life and wisdom has not met you yet...on with the new...
Always,
Deborah
David Lee Thompson
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Love ya!
Jane