Even When I'm Naked

This post is actually in response to a wonderful attitude on aging which my friend Diana included in her blog. It is truly liberating to reach a "certain age" at which you cease to care what everyone else thinks, says about you or does. In old age you are free to be yourself.

I too have danced alone to the 50's and 60's music, sometimes with my upright vacuum as a partner/microphone. As a teen , I was much too shy to dance since I felt like I had two left feet. I still have two left feet but I DON'T CARE. I dance anyway! See, age is freedom.

Life has dealt me some solid blows but I have survived and have become stronger, more tolerant, less judgmental, and more willing to enjoy life. After great loss the little things are no longer very annoying. They do not matter in the long run. What matters is where I stand in my relationships: with God, with family, with friends, at work and so on.

My body is beginning to show signs of the roads traveled and like the cartoon says is never comfortable but filled with aches, pains and scars. My hair is more gray than black and will stay that way cause I have earned every gray hair in my head and wear them like a crown. But my spirit is comfortable in this old body so I am content.

So as I live the second half of a century, this old body better hang on cause the ride up life's road is not over and there is still a red sport's car mentality inside.