There’s a difference between aging and getting old. We all age, that’s inevitable from the moment we pop out of the womb, but getting old – ah, that’s a choice.
My primary physician is retiring next month. On hearing the news, I promptly devolved into a state of shock, quickly followed by utter panic.
Have you ever been listening to music as you’re fixing dinner or doing dishes, and found yourself doing the “two-step” or just “movin’ to the groove”? Well, whatever you called it, you were doing something potentially very beneficial for your body and mind.
When I was a little girl, my mother made my sister and I write thank-you notes to whoever gave us a gift, large or small, on our birthdays or for the Holidays. This from early on, when writing even one word was a laborious, tongue-biting experience.
My knee hurts. I don’t know what I did in dance class last night, what awkward move I made to stress the darn thing, but bottom line is – it hurts.
A friend and I were watching the Wimbledon finals on TV, clapping and cheering through every match. After the tournament, she leaned in to me and said, “Oh, how I wish I could play tennis. It’s such a great sport.”
In the midst of choosing a piece of music, my dance instructor forgot which dance we were about to work on. He said he was having a “senior moment.” Given he’s all of 30, that was ludicrous, of course, but it totally got my hackles up. Saying ‘senior moment’ to me, a senior, is not acceptable.
Beyoncé has a famous song – perhaps her most famous – called “All the Single Ladies.” I’d like to retitle it “All the Senior Ladies.”
This does not come as a call to get a guy to marry you, which is the theme of Beyoncé’s song, but as a call to be adventuresome. If you like it, go for it. Whatever that “it” might be. It could be sky-diving, cycling, Tango, going back to school or painting.
Ever think about how much time you spend sitting each and every day? Right now, as I am on yet another airplane flying to yet another consulting gig, I am trapped in my seat, belted in for the three-hour flight, like it or not.
If I had to define what I see as the mantra of the amazing, inspiring, dynamic 60+ers I so admire, it would be “Stay positive. Put in the effort. Keep on truckin’.” OK, not elegant, hardly haiku material, but so true!