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.
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.
I love the changing of the seasons. Don’t you? This time of year I get to pull out my flannel shirts and thick socks, which after a summer of bare shoulders and toes feels cozy and warm.
We’ve forgotten some of the gentler social niceties in our quick, digital world. Before there was Facebook, we actually told people Happy Birthday to their faces, or we sent them a card.
OK, I did it to myself. I am kind of a news junkie. I like politics and I keep up on current events. Now I am going on a diet – a news diet – because this election season is stickier than pine pitch on a dog.
Books teach us about who and how we are in the world. They speak to our loftiest ideals and our darkest shadows. Books reveal humanity’s path.
In my previous articles, I’ve shared how you can create a writing life in your sixties and beyond. My intention now is to inspire you by providing some starting points for deciding what to write.