We all know the truth. We’ve heard it hundreds of times: some form of daily or almost daily exercise after 60 will keep both your body and your mind happy.
Right now, the world often appears upside down and split down the middle. A barrage of politicians tell us that we must land on one side of an issue or another. Upset and righteous ire can take on a self-perpetuating quality and this can harden the heart.
Life blessed me with a gaggle of nieces and nephews, but I never had kids. While in many ways not having children worked for my lifestyle, there are some things I missed out on: the major awe factor that comes with being with toddlers, the wit of teenagers and now, the no grandchildren factor.
I swear to you that I am not a bah, humbug kind of person.
In fact, I love the holidays, and one of the things that I most look forward to is that business slows, relatives eventually go home and I have hit every bullet point on my Christmas “To-Do” list.
I’m struggling with a bit of low grade depression these days. A combination of several recent events, a friendship that ended, some good old-fashioned family drama, a sense of feeling misunderstood have all contributed.
You know the drill. It’s the stuff of life. And to that end, we can all get a little down and have difficulty finding inspiration at times.
To feel sick at heart is no different than to feel sick in the body. We have to take the right medicine, to restore balance. The best medicine that I know of for heart-sickness is gratitude practice.
You may remember this Baker’s Dough recipe from when you were a kid because before there was ever Playdough, there was Baker’s Dough. It’s the perfect thing to share over the holidays, especially if you are going to have kids running around. Honestly though, I know that adults love this one, too.
Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long. – Somerset Maugham, from “The Summing Up”
Recently I read something on Sixty and Me that was along the lines of what we fear most as we age. The conclusion was that we fear insignificance. I’ve had those moments, too. The dreaded insignificance is that we are afraid we might be done with the best of living. Not true. We’re not dead yet.
One of the things that makes my 60s so enjoyable is that I have discovered the fountain of vitality in the form of learning. Learning contributes to the joy and purpose in my life. Each morning I make a cup of tea and go into my office where I study.