Very often my posts are precipitated by something in the news or an issue my friends and I are having in the sandwich that we call our lives. Sometimes they are very personal and very often, I pontificate about how smart we are, now that our experience has outlived our hair color.
Is it age, is it worry, is it stress? Are there just too many things that have gotten put into my 51 year-old brain and it’s just saying, “Hold up a minute, I’m full”?I know that more often than not, these days I just can’t think.
I read a Tweet the other morning that said: “One of those mornings where I woke up and my body told me I was old.” There are certainly days where I am feeling physically older, but lately what’s been on my mind is maturity.
My inspiration for this post came right out of an article that I read recently on what to call those of us who are north of 48 years old. I must admit I cringe a little when I hear people throw around terms like: Boomer, Senior, Retiree, OLD!! I get even more offended when I hear that some companies have no interest in associating with us “old people.”
I recently reconnected with an old co-worker while thumbing through the most recent issue of More Magazine. The entire issue was devoted, as it often is, to “life reimagined”, “starting over”, “living your best life” or some other version of hope springs anew philosophy.