First of many: Messages that shine through

While some see social sites like FaceBook, LinkedIn and Google+ having  monopoly on people interactions, the email, in my opinion, is still the most significant gateway for sharing.  It is probably being able to integrate the perceived leading social sites into the email mechanism is one of the smartest moves. Yet, once again, I join many others in being on some one's list for sharing powerful and thoughtful information. If I don't check my Facebook status from time-to-time, you can trust that I'll be checking my email, religiously throughout the day.

This is the first of many email transmissions that I will be sharing from time-to-time especially a it relates to both, the challenges and the goodness of growing older.  Just remember that t times authorship may be anonymous.  As as usual, you comments and sharing are always welcome.

LOVE THIS ONE!!!!!   As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of  myself. I've become my own friend..   I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before  they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer  until 4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish  to weep over a lost love .. I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with  abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten.. And I  eventually remember the important things.. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not  break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when some body's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken  hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will  never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have  my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever  etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about  what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I  like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could  have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert  every single day(if I feel like it).