What message would you put on a postcard to your younger self? That was the fantastic question that our community member and guest blogger, Tamera Grieshaber, posted to our conversations section today. In her own words, she said:
Today, I started packing up my home. The memories were playing in my head while I packed and taped the bubble-wrap. We spend so many years saving things, like little snippets of our lives.
Many women have strong memories of their first paid job. Sometimes their memories are tinged with mixed emotions – but there is no denying that first taste of freedom and a pay check combined with the sense of being truly “grown up” represents a significant milestone in a young woman’s life.
Do you ever stop to think about the contribution you have made to the world? Not all of us are worried about our “legacy,” but, most of us still think about how we will be remembered by our loved ones.
Like most women in their 60s, I was strongly influenced by the music of The Beatles. Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that they were reaching mega-star status in the United States when I was a teenager.
I was 15-years-old when I “met” The Beatles. To be precise, I met them at 2pm, on September 6th, 1964. I was living in Detroit at the time and was fortunate to have a friend whose dad worked for a local newspaper. I thought I would burst when Mary’s dad told us about the golden tickets – not just to the concert, but, to the press conference as well.
“I am of the firm belief that everybody could write books and I never understand why they don’t.” Beryl Bainbridge
As a writing coach and author, I do understand why. The two main reasons are related: lack of confidence in what they have to say, and not knowing how to start. That is why I set aside time to write a step by step guide that would lead a first-time writer through the whole process of planning, researching, writing, publishing and selling their own book.
Life after 60 isn’t perfect. In addition to the everyday concerns that exist in your younger years, you also have to deal with a weakening body, living on a pension and changing social roles. With all this going on, it’s easy to be discouraged. I even know women who are quite bitter about their life after 60. They look at their life and ask themselves “This is it? How, after 40 years in the workforce did it come to this?”
I was going through boxes of folders the other day and found some great memories: photos, my “Polyester, The Movie” smell-o-vision card, news articles that I wrote or were written about me, an old I.D. bracelet that I gave – and got back – from girls in junior high school and more.
I love books. I always have. When I was younger, books were my escape, my education and my entertainment. They allowed me to grow and learn and to slip into places to discover parts of myself that were not defined by the outside world.