“You can’t make it to the top. You’re from Florida, so you’re going to get altitude sickness.”
My friend Ginger, a fellow Floridian in her 50s, had just told this other friend of hers that she had set her sights on climbing Kilimanjaro in July of 2019.
Many of us are content in our everyday lives. We go for walks in the park, help with the grandkids, or sip on tea or coffee in the local coffee shop. And that’s great. We all need those peaceful moments.
Early this morning, I woke up in Washington DC, where I’m going to be delivering a speech in the late afternoon. I’m sitting at my desk in the sweet early hours, my workout gear on, ready to head out to the first floor where I know the gym is located.
Some months ago, I wrote an article about aging well which garnered some intriguing responses. One woman wrote, not without some wry humor, that she had gotten encouragement because she “simply HATED being 67.”
I thought, but didn’t write back, “Well, consider the options.”
Two weeks ago, I was in Santa Fe, New Mexico, at a youth hostel. Tucked away upstairs, in my own spare private room, I pondered this past year.
For those of you who are fans of good chick movies, Fried Green Tomatoes is one of my favorites. The inimitable Kathy Bates has one of the best scenes in the entire film, when she slams her car into someone else’s and shouts “I have insurance!!!”
It was a lively bunch. The 12 people in my class were from a smaller company that provides conference services. It had recently been purchased by a much larger global corporation in November 2016.
It’s finally time to give yourself permission to play. But where on earth to begin?
With the plethora of choices available, the challenge is picking the perfect adventure. If you’ve never done this before it can be daunting. So much so that we can easily end up going to a safe default, like Hawaii. Or Florida. Or the next state over.
The woman wrote in obvious distress that she was repeating herself. Felt depressed. Brain fog. Admitted to the occasional suicidal thought. She was terrified she was getting Alzheimer’s’ disease. At this point, she is committing to a long, possibly painful and confusing process of testing at a major university.