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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Grow Old Gracefully

These days, I have a hitch in my gitalong.

I don't spring up out of bed and attack my day like a firefighter.

I kind of slouch into it.

I'm 54.

I also don't dye my hair or beard, use wrinkle cream, or try to dress like a teenager.

Sure, I'm a guy. Our issues aren't the same as a woman's.

But I love to see the women I know letting their hair go gray. They've earned it!

Wrinkles? Laugh lines.

And whatever the books may say, purple is an old lady's color! There's nothing ungraceful about it.

If you know someone pushing 90, don't try to make him act like a youngster of 60. Let him sleep late. Let him eat what he wants. I knew a woman in her 90s who lived on canned chili and Pepsi Cola. She was healthy (and happy!) until the day she keeled over.

On the other hand, if you're pushing 90, you probably shouldn’t insist on driving anymore. Let someone else do the work.

Here's a little secret that my 87-year-old dad shared with me: "Growing old isn't so bad--considering the alternative!"

So go ahead, grow old. Leave youth for the young. Flex your wisdom.

You'll be happier.

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