Some of the greatest gifts in my life have come from women who stood out as role models, as bright lights of inspiration, beckoning me toward my greater potential. I am grateful for these women.
When I was growing up, no-one really took the time to teach me about goal setting.
I confess. I’m in love with the blank page.
It’s a metaphor for how one comes in to the world. The moment you announce yourself with a whimper or scream your blank page begins to fill with memories. Throughout childhood – when you are most vulnerable – memories are often written for you. Not all of them happy.
Yes, the big SIX ZERO hits me on April 29. I remember freaking out at 30 but no so much with the other decades of 40 and 50.
I know, it’s not easy starting over later in life, especially if it wasn’t what you had planned, or you have had an unexpected setback. It may even feel like the end of the world.
If you’re like me, life seems perfect when there is a manageable routine. I’m not a stick-in-the-mud, but I like it when I can plan ahead, when I know how my day is going to go and when I feel confident about the tasks on my to-do list.
But the longer I enjoy my ventures in the land of retirement, the more I’m also learning to value the unexpected.
Recently, I had a life crisis. Maybe you have had one of these lovely little gems. You are coasting along and then suddenly, nothing feels right and you just don’t know who you are anymore.
These crises tend to pop up during transitional times of our lives and often throw us for a loop.