Thursday, September 11, 2008

Dear Me From Me at 56

Dear Alison,

You are still so young! Stop thinking you are old. Stop studying your teeny weeny wrinkles that nobody else can see - I'm looking back at pictures and I wish I looked as good now.

Stop wishing that the kids' teenage years would be over - what do you think comes next you idiot? They leave, that's what! They have families of their own, and move away to other countries. I promise you, you will wish for those years to be back again.

For heavan's sake stop obsessing about your weight! You may be a few kilos overweight, but in 20 years that won't matter. Your husband loves you and thinks you're sexy - there's nothing more important because in 20 years there'll only be him and you.

Lastly, and most importantly, stop wishing your ex-husband would get hit by a bus. When he does you will feel bad - NOT (cackle, cackle, cackle). Tip: Do Not go to his funeral! Drinking champagne and dancing on his grave will not go down well with the other mourners - some people actually do like him!

Love, Alison

2 comments:

Mama's Losin' It said...

No worries. I only made it to about half of the students yesterday. :) I was planning on hitting up the second half today...plus their are always a few stragglers.

I love this letter because it's all of things I need to listen to too. I don't know if it makes me feel better to think I'm physically better off now than in 20 years...or if that just makes things worse. :)

Good work mama!!

Marcia said...

A friend sent me this, hope you like it.


"Old age I have decided, is a gift


I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.


I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.


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 and sleep until noon?


I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's [and 80's MC :)], 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 somebody'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)"