Looking at my Dad lying in the hospital bed, unable to talk due to the recent stroke he’d had, I could only be thankful that some years ago we took the time to have a particular conversation.
I was laid off recently. It was something that I both wanted – and welcomed. But now that it’s here, I’m struggling a bit. You can read my story here.
By the time we have crossed the 60 timeline, doing housework is probably the last thing on our mind. Let alone housework on a sunny summer day. You will think, “There are better things to do with my time.” That maybe so, but let’s not underestimate the lowly housework in its capacity of giving satisfaction and joy.
In a previous article, I wrote about how to structure your life stories. So, what do you do next?
After you gather all necessary materials, following one of the previously discussed structures, it is time to start writing the short of your life story or memoir.
‘Learn a musical instrument’ is a piece of glib advice that’s often wheeled out to older people. But instruments are not all born equal, and choosing wisely will give you a head start in achieving your music-making desires.
There is something about finding ourselves in our 60s that makes our heads turn to the past, in general, and, more specifically, to our ancestry. I have no idea why this fascination comes so forcefully at this time.
Perhaps as we age, our perception of time changes. The decades before we were born seem less long ago. Our ancestors therefore seem more real and present.
Some of us are blessed with a space where we can relax and work on our crafts. Others don’t have a space but have the funds to work on our craft room ideas. I am blessed to fall into the latter category. This is the story of how my personal creative space came into being.