Celebrating 60 was a long time in coming for me.
“It’s shocking,” I would say to friends as it started to sink in that August was right around the corner, and I was fast approaching a milestone I did not look forward to. My reaction would not have surprised anyone. I had always been age averse.
When this time of year rolls around, it usually triggers a wistful feeling, a sense of completion and a sense of loss. The summer has clearly fled; autumn is in full expression, and we stand, watching leaves fall, wondering what winter will bring.
Do you feel like you keep starting over with the same goals? About this time every winter I realize that I have already given up on many of the things that I wanted to change about myself in the new year. About two weeks in! Can you believe it?
Most of us do not stop to reflect on how entwined our identity is with our work roles. Have you noticed how people meeting you for the first time tend to start a conversation by asking what you do?
Those of us who have watched our parents slip into old age, face multiple health challenges and then pass through death’s door, know that the end-of-life journey can be tricky.
When we refuse to judge others, we express love and compassion. Love does not mean we become passive and allow others to abuse us. It is quite the contrary.
Happy New Year! Well? Did you or didn’t you make New Year’s resolutions this year? Studies show there are those who go through the process year after year. Inevitably, disappointment follows.
When I was 57, there was a day of reckoning. Truth be told, it ran longer than a single day. It was more like a series of “dark and stormy nights.”
The nest was empty, and while we were delighted to see our three sons flying solo with minimal turbulence, their need for guidance from us was dropping sharply.