Moody Monday: Getting Older

I am proud to be old, I have lived through a lot. I have had some success, and some failures.  I have loved, and been loved.  I have hated, and for the most part forgiven.  If others hate me, that is their burden to bear.  I have had a lot of fun, and worked through grinding work, sometimes at the same time. I have been on some grand adventures, and a few forgettable ventures.  

As I get older, I care less what others think.  We all want acceptance, but I am not longer willing to seek that at the cost of not accepting myself.  I try to keep my haircut, and dress so I look less like a slob.  But I am unwilling to take drastic measures to try to look younger than I am.  I have earned those wrinkles, and scars, I am proud of them.  

I tire more easily, but I don't bore as easily as I once did. Sitting for a few minutes to rest I see and hear things I would have missed in the past. I don't have the body of a 30 year old, well I do plus a whole lot more.  

I find it easier to slow down and listen, to observe the world.  To see the absurd. 

In short, I am enjoying getting old.  I might was well enjoy  it, time passes if we enjoy it or not.