Like other women my age, I’ve skimmed the surface of a lot of relationships. I’ve spent hours in small talk and nodded politely during countless introductions to people I’ve long since forgotten…
Most of us feel grateful. We’ve come far and lived long. Yet all of us are human. So even amidst all that gratitude we can occasionally feel antsy. Restless. I daresay, bored…
“Whenever we do something creative, […] we draw on images from our inner well. If we learn to restock our store of images, we will find ourselves able to work more easily…”
Women our age have grown up to believe it can be selfish to make time just for us. A lot of us have lived 50 years or more with the mindset that we’re the glue that holds everyone together; that, without us, things would literally fall apart.
Yes, your cabinets or closets may need a good purging. But spring is also good time to throw away some things that don’t require a trip to Goodwill.
As the calendar page turns, many of us are once again making resolutions. We’re clarifying our intentions for the year ahead. We’re contemplating our dreams.
I’m not very comfortable at parties.
I flit around like a hummingbird, never lingering with any one person. Or I latch on to one person in hopes of having a conversation that lasts all evening.
Last year, I wrote three articles for Sixty and Me about living a happy retired life, including how retirement takes a lot of us by surprise.
I recently heard it called The Honeymoon Phase. If you’ve chosen to work less or have left your work life behind altogether, you might recognize it.
‘It’ is that first stage of retirement that can last a few months or a few years.