Remember the video of the woman who was busy looking down at her phone and walked right into a fountain?
Who wants to be a millionaire? We all do. What does that mean? For me it means not worrying about money, doing what I want and enjoying the luxuries that life has to offer.
We must adapt.
Over a century ago, the father of evolutionary biology, Charles Darwin wrote, “It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.”
I’m trying my best to not sound too dark and morbid here, but the reality is that we’re all going to die.
One of the most taboo topics on social media is death. It’s rarely mentioned beyond the occasional sympathy message aimed at people who have recently lost a loved one, or who are commemorating the anniversary of a loved one’s passing.
“I’ve noticed the more reactive I feel, the more miserable I am. Social media is just jet fuel for reactivity.” – Tim Ferriss (author of The 4-Hour Workweek and Tools of Titans)
When I told my family that I was going to start a blog, I was met with blank stares.
It’s not that they weren’t supportive. They just didn’t immediately understand why a woman in her 60s would want to start blogging. After all, most of the blogs that they read on a regular basis were dedicated to covering the latest Apple gadgets and video games. How was I going to start a successful blog, targeting women over 60? Were baby boomers even online?
My husband and I recently visited an old friend who has not been well. We were shocked to see that his health has deteriorated quite quickly with cancer, heart disease and early onset Alzheimer’s – all at the age of 60.
As I discussed in a previous article, having your personal and financial information readily available for your executor or loved one at the time of your death or incapacitation is one of the most thoughtful things you can do.
Why did I develop a free mini-course on successfully using social media? It’s actually pretty simple. I realized there was a need for a quick and basic “get up and running” type of course.
I remember the moment of panic when, 5 years ago, I realized that I had just had my wallet stolen. I was standing outside a store in Milan, admiring a particularly nice pair of shoes in the window, when a young man bumped into me. He held up his hands apologetically and smiled. As he disappeared into the crowd, realization dawned on me and I started to panic.