Killing It In My Sixties

I have always been a ‘walker’ – it’s my go-to for: stress reduction, Vitamin D, fresh air, checking out other neighborhoods, a great friend debrief, taking care of my cardiovascular health, and general well-being. I also secretly hoped, all the way along, that while I was ticking off miles, that I was also burning calories…

Sometimes I marvel at how I have spent the majority of my life watching my weight. From a very young age I was lectured about being close to weighing too much. My childhood nickname given to me by my older siblings was ‘Chubbsly’ or ‘Fatty White Cheeks’. Neither name inspired any degree of self-confidence but…

At my age or thereabouts, people start to evaluate their life and the choices they have made. But even more important – they begin to consider what choices are left in life. “They” is me. I am fully aware that I can’t change what is in the past but, what is to come in my…

I have always been a people pleaser – often to my own detriment. I felt, on a level – deeper than my own consciousness, that it was the only way to assure that people would like me. It was so ingrained in me, that I would say yes even though my stomach was churning, my…

I am sitting in Starbucks this morning having just finished a better-than-expected bacon, Gouda and egg breakfast sandwich. My cleaning lady is at my house, so I left to come somewhere I could write my blog. My toasty Venti latte is hitting the spot I hoped it would and it’s rather lovely to have the…

I spent yesterday in the company of a group of Seniors that I have come to dearly love over the past two years. They’re not seniors in the same way that I am a Senior, (as in 65+, AARP, Early-Bird Dinner, movie ticket discounts etc..). They are Seniors in High School and preparing to graduate…

I sat down to talk with my financial planner yesterday and he asked how it felt to be retired. I stopped because I wanted to really feel my answer – not just a standard “great”. As I paused – the first thing that came to mind was that my heart was no longer pounding. You…

For over thirty years, I have wanted to get a tattoo. But every time I got close to plunging through my hesitation, something would always hold me back. So many thoughts intruded on my desire to customize my skin in a permanent way. Sometimes it was because of the man I was in a relationship…

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…