Every man is allowed a midlife crisis. It’s expected and tolerated. There is even a wink-wink, nudge-nudge quality to the red Mustang convertible and hair transplant that many men gravitate towards.
For the last 20 years, I’ve been on a journey to accept and, eventually, love my aging body.
Here I sit, all dressed up and nowhere to go! I was going to Positano, which, for those of you interested, is a bus ride from Salerno to Amalfi and then another bus ride or a ferry to Positano. It even sounds wonderful!
When you hear about people who have “reinvented their lives” in their 50s and 60s, you usually hear about people who have done big things – become professional weight-lifters, started successful companies or travelled the world in a VW bus.
An increasing number of Baby Boomers have grown reluctant to use the word retirement. And, why not? After all, we shouldn’t allow the dictionary to determine what our post-career years look like.
One thing a lot of women in our community talk about is finding balance in their lives. Yes, it’s true that some of us are retired.
I am having so much fun being a guest blogger on Sixty and Me. The strength and vibrancy of this community is amazing and I love interacting with you all.
Society has a habit of understating the achievements of older adults. This is especially true for women over 60, who have to contend with the combined forces of ageism and sexism.
As women over 60, we are constantly looking for ways to renew ourselves.
Renewal gives us a sense of excitement and anticipation. It takes us out of our ordinary lives, where we might be feeling everything is old and stale. We yearn for this renewed state of aliveness, when our life-force is activated and we experience everything around us with new eyes.