I knew I could be happy again after loss; I knew I could walk myself happy. This became a pivot point for my 2nd act. In the years that followed I ventured out into the mountains of my home state.
Writing A Delightful Little Book on Aging was not born of a purposeful intent, rather it was a happy accident that changed everything about my life.…
The retirement experience is different for everyone. There are many factors that affect what we do in retirement; health issues, age, finances, the geographical location where we live and family commitments.
Nothing is ever as awful as we predicted or as grand as we hoped. Most of life falls somewhere in the middle.
I rarely focus on the fact that I am getting older, until I am reminded that I am. Clothing stores do a pretty good job of keeping me grounded in the aging game.
My first order of forgiveness is to myself, for being so hard on myself. For falling short of the perfect body. For having negative thoughts. For tripping over my splintered soul.
Why do we dwell? If things have happened in the past, leave it there. If we want something different for our future, change it right? That’s easier said than done.
This may be middle age, but life is comfortable and cozy and stable in the middle. There is so much still ahead, even from the other side of the mountain.
I cannot emphasize this enough to the younger crowd, these “aha” moments absolutely come with age, because with age comes years behind you of a bunch of bullshit you have tolerated from other people.
We are now at the age that things are starting to happen to our friends and family, with the pace escalating as we get older.