Killing It In My Sixties

For the last ten years, I have jokingly said that I am having a mid-life crisis.  I mean – it most likely is about the middle of my life – and quite possibly the last third or even quarter of it!  In those years,  I have quit several jobs when I didn’t “find my bliss”,  moved to…

How many times have I said that to myself? How many times have I clammed up and NOT said it? And the times that I did blurt out exactly what I was thinking and feeling? Well … people just aren’t ready for that and it generally does not go well. My problem is – that…

In 47 days, I will turn the very exciting age of 65.  I am exhilarated about it for a number of reasons; number one – I lived this long. (Not everyone is blessed in this way).  Number two – I am now an official Medicare recipient – this is a moment I have been waiting…

A labyrinth represents a journey in life, often a spiritual or personal one, characterized by twists, turns, and a single, winding path leading to a center and back out. In death, it is a metaphor for the often complex and winding journey people experience while navigating loss and mourning.  It is a metaphor – but also a…

Just after the turn of the century – January 1, 2002, I wrote a Bucket List on my flight home from New York City. I had spent New Year’s Eve in Times Square with thousands of other exuberantly celebrating people, waiting for the huge crystal ball to drop at the stroke of midnight. It was…

Who would have thought that I would finally learn to love myself in high school? Not when I was a teenager, when peer pressure, cliques, gossip and a bad reputation can ruin a young girl, but at the age of 64. I can’t believe it – but it’s true – I went back to the…

I recently became aware of a Facebook group called “Dull Women’s Club”, and it has close to 350,000 members!  I read a couple of the posts from different members and was (mildly) amused enough to join the group.  The content consists of people posting a photo of themselves and then describing the rather mundane lives…

It’s the best – Truly!  I had always sort of dreaded getting old, and dare I say – was even fearful. Seriously – to the point of preferring an early tragic death, (preferably painless because I am also afraid of pain and suffering) to avoid the inevitable decline of aging.  But lately, I have come…

A few years ago, a group of us women, in – or approaching our sixties, formed to meet on Friday nights during Happy Hour. How it came about: One of the husbands of the women apparently attended a “safety meeting” on a weekly basis with a group of his men friends. This group held a…

I keep counting the days. I think that — in my mind, maybe as the number grows – it will hurt less. But it doesn’t. Hurt less. It hurts different – every day the grief morphs into a new version of sadness, anger and barely-able-to-contain irritability. The Five Stages of Grief that you read about…