The road I live on isn’t paved. It stretches for a mile – a dusty avenue wide enough for two vehicles, and treacherous after a heavy rain.
I knew this a dozen years ago when we found our property, which ultimately became our home, at the end of this road. But I never loved the drive in. My aging compact car rumbled fiercely every foot of the way; forget ever staying clean.
Have you thought about what you want to do with the rest of your life? Do you ask yourself, “What’s next?” or, “What’s left?” It can be a challenge to think about what you want to do. However, answering the question of “what’s next” is critically important for success.
A couple of years ago I realized how easily I could become an ‘invisible’ elder if I allowed that to happen.
Self-talk or chatter is a tricky thing. There are so many layers to what we think and say, how we treat people, and how we treat ourselves. Did you know that every single day, we speak 7,000 words out loud, on average? The real question is, how many…
When we were kids growing up, my sister was the cute one. She had it all. The button nose, the big beautiful hazel eyes, long lashes, rosebud mouth and the capper, freckles. She had THE most adorable spray of freckles across her nose – which she hated and I loved! I would have given anything for those freckles. Anything to break up the monotony of my pasty white face.
Over the last months, everyone everywhere has lost someone or something. The whole world is suffering as the virus that causes Covid-19 continues to spread and impact millions. Like so many thousands around the world…
My car has a feature which I find totally annoying. When I’m close to what the ‘powers-that-be’ determined is my next required maintenance, a little box pops up on the dash-screen announcing “Maintenance required soon!” and stays on until I’ve acceded to its request.
Here we are. The strong ones. This is us. The proud new generation of mature women. The Baby Boomer Deluxe model.
We are strong. We are fearless. We are complicated. We are interesting. We are determined to age gracefully. We love our families. We love our children. We love our men. And we love our women.
Most of the hundreds of decisions we make every day are almost automatic: what to wear, when to go to the grocery store or which route to take.