When does letting go stop?

​ I have just turned 90 and I have been wondering where my life is going from now, what is left of it.  Whenever I take an online course or watch a video on YouTube, I am told that if I follow their advice my life will be transformed and I will have success and abundance beyond my wildest dreams. This no longer seems to apply to me. I already have all the abundance I need. I am in the stage of letting go of a lot of my conditioning rather than expanding into new horizons. What more is there? As I go within to a quiet place of inward reflection, I sense that the letting go from now on will be more radical.  What do I mean by that? Well, I seem to be in the process of letting go of any need to be different or better than what I am now. This is very liberating. It is not that I think that I am so perfect. Far from it, I am very imperfect but I accept my imperfections. I even revel in them. I have spent a lifetime trying to improve myself and I am now giving that up. What a relief!
 
     I am aware that my imperfections seem to be growing with alarming rapidity as I grow older, at least in the physical realm. I am very slow and awkward and not very steady on my feet.  At one time this frustrated me no end but now I am coming to accept it. Society is generally not very tolerant of slowness as life moves very quickly in our modern world.  Still, when people see my white hair they are usually very tolerant and also helpful. As an old person, I live in a different world. I stay home most of the time. When I do go out, people call that an outing. To be quite honest, I often find my innings more enjoyable than my outings. At least they take much less energy. I am not as good at small talk in a group as I used to be, partly because I can’t hear as well and partly because I don’t participate in the same activities as my younger friends and acquaintances. However, I am a good listener one to one, partly because I don’t have a lot to say myself but also because I am really interested in other people’s lives.
 
     But the big letting go is of the values and activities that most people think are important and I once thought so too.  I am no longer excited by shopping and acquiring a lot of stuff.  I am now trying to get rid of a lot of my stuff.  If I knew how hard that would be I would never have bought it all in the first place.  Next on the list is being successful in the eyes of the world. Highly over-rated. Then there’s trying to please other people. That’s a little tougher to shed after almost 90 years of conditioning but I am getting better at it.  I try to make a clear distinction between trying to please others as an automatic reaction and kindness.  Kindness is essential in making the world a better place and I try to cultivate kindness in myself.
 
     Actually being old can be a wonderful time of life as you get closer to just being yourself.  When you’re older, it is harder to pretend. I find that it is easier to laugh at my peccadilloes and I love acting silly.  I am lucky to have a few people I can do that with.  I don’t get as upset as I used to about small things like breaking plates...well, not as often.  And if I do get upset, then I don’t get as upset about getting upset.  How far back can we go with this? 
    
     Am I making old age sound attractive?  Probably not, but that is not important. Being old is a little like being an extra-terrestrial.  Sometimes I wonder if I belong on this planet.  Yet I love the world and nature and the people on it.  I have heard that it is harder to make friends when you’re older but I have made some wonderful friends recently.  I love intimate conversations when you talk about things that matter - matters of the heart.  I think that is the biggest change about this time of life.  You live more from the heart.  I think it is because you know that you have less time left and you want to make the most of it.  For me love is the most important thing there is - love of family, friends, acquaintances, strangers, nature, God...even me.  Expressing love is not my strong suit...at least not yet.  But I’m learning quickly as I experience my vulnerability and get ready for the big Letting Go.  Letting go never stops until we take our last breath.  And after that...who knows? But I have let go of the need to know.
 
 
 
 
And then it happened
I became what I was looking for
An every day mystic
My own version
Messy and playful.
 
I guess you would say I became more myself
No need to pretend I was better than I am
I am...that is all
And it is enough
It has to be.
 
Me....wheee
Why does it feel so good?
It’s like shedding a tight costume
I can breathe
I unapologetically love this new person.