I ran across this old story recently, and reading it again instantly made me feel spry. I hope you enjoy it.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, most like the person I have always wanted to be. Sure, sometimes I despair over the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging chin. In fact, often I am taken aback by noticing that old person in my mirror, but I don't agonize over it.
I have a wonderful life and would never trade my amazing friends or loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. I've become kinder to myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I can say “no” and mean it. I can also say “yes” and mean it.
Great freedom comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 a.m. or sleep until noon? I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body and dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini crowd. They, too, will get old!
As I become older, it is easier to be positive. I care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. I like being old because it has set me free.
I genuinely like the person I have become. I won’t live forever, but while I am still here, I will waste no time lamenting what could have been or worrying about what will be. Today, I wish you a day of ordinary miracles and the unexpected freedom of aging with joy.
For more information, please contact: Gino Pezzani.


May 1, International Workers' Day: Also known as Labor Day in some countries, this day is a celebration of laborers and the working classes.
In a small village nestled between a forest and the hills, there lived an old man known for his wisdom. One evening, as the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and purple, he sat outside his quaint cottage with his young grandson, who always yearned for his stories and lessons about life. 