One thing that’s almost certain, once you’re over 60, is overcoming grief.
It’s hard to avoid grief unless we die early or we’re incredibly lucky. By now, many of us have already lost our parents, even if they lived to a ripe old age. Mine passed away at 89 and 90. Although it was hard, (they died within two weeks of each other) it was expected because of their age and was easier to deal with.
The desert spreads out below me as I pick my way on the rocky trail. Yesterday’s deep purple of Chinese lantern flowers lining the path has changed to soft lavender phacelia and bright orange mallow.
Life at the speed of two miles an hour lets me retrieve the names of plants buried in the recesses of my brain since last summer’s hikes.
No matter how many times I hear or read about this so-called phenomenon of older women feeling invisible, I refuse to accept it as a “thing.” I may be living in complete denial, but I am having none of it, just flat-out rejecting the whole notion as a possibility.
I truly do not know how to live in the past, save for my loving and happy memories and the lessons I learned along the way. I review these in my mind when I am reminded. Other than that, I have no time to waste on the past.
There’s a popular, long-running radio show in the U.K. called Desert Island Discs. The premise behind the show is quite simple: A guest is invited by the host to choose the eight records they would take with them to a desert island. It’s really a vehicle for getting famous people – whether that’s Bill Gates or David Beckham or Zaha Hadid – to narrate their lives through music.
Monkey Brain. I don’t know where I first heard that phrase, but I envision a half dozen monkeys jumping up and down, swinging from tree to tree and chattering and screaming at each other.
When was the last time you took inventory of your life? The last time you found a moment in your busy schedule to ask yourself, why is my schedule so busy?
Last month, a friend of mine asked me, “What are you giving up for Lent?” And although I’m not Catholic, I liked the idea of giving up something that doesn’t fit with who I want to be, so I had a ready answer for her.