I was recently asked to lecture on the art of growing old gracefully. Boy were they barking up the wrong tree.
I accepted the challenge. I figured it was an opportunity to enlighten my audience and get paid for it. Nice work if you can get it.
I shared with them the bittersweet truth: there isn’t much in life that should be lived gracefully. Not by a long shot.
I’m NOT here to complain about the aging process. Anyone over 50 knows the perils aging brings to the table.
I’m here to tell you that it is a pretty fabulous gift to be able to grow older. I have known friends and family who have not been awarded the privilege. As they say: it’s better than the alternative.
Would I rather be a vibrant, sassy 61 year old, or be in an urn on a mantle? Exactly!
Life is rarely graceful. It is loud, messy, and emotional. Filled with highs and lows, it’s a crapshoot of noise, joy, sadness, failure, grief, achievement, love, hate and dying.
Childbirth, lovemaking, marital discussions, life’s hellos and goodbyes are all done with remarkable energy, passion and resilience. Graceful? No. Beautiful? Yes.
As I get older, life seems to get more intense as I relax myself around the holding of it. Probably because I have a greater understanding that it won’t last forever. Making the living of my years all the more important.
I choose to live my life out loud. Screw graceful.
Let us all say what we feel, do what we think, stand up for our beliefs, love with wild abandon, cry out loud, hug it out and take it all in. Because we know this is our only shot, and it is, for me, at best half over.
Graceful plays a part in my life when it comes to tolerance, acceptance, patience and love. And forgiving. There seems to be a lot of forgiving in these years past.
This is how I live my life now. I didn’t always, but I wish I had.
My wish for you is to stop tip-toeing around your life. Be big, be grand, and be loud and messy. Be happy! And when it’s your birthday, get a little cake on your face.
Grace be damned!
Happy Birthday to me!