I’ll tell you what I don’t do at age 55: I don’t cry over boyfriends, I don’t worry about missed periods, and I don’t give a single fuck what anyone thinks of me. Boom.
Great article! I just turned 70 and broke my shoulder then my wrist last year within 5 months (yes I’m now taking medication for osteoporosis). But I also kayak, dance, go camping, deadlift 100 pounds, travel, and laugh with friends—a lot. I have much more energy than I did 10 years ago. It’s all good!
I was an un-fun 20-30 something. It wasn’t until I reached my 40s, that some of the pressure to have fun in certain ways (mostly involving alcohol and other people) felt lifted. Traveling, trying new crafts and activities, going to a book reading or just staying home and reading the book are all fun to me. I have most of my fun moments by myself, because I live alone, but enjoy getting out when I can with others. I’ve never been an extrovert who makes friends easily, so there are limitations on how much I see other people. Going to a movie, museum, or cooking class alone is fun for me. I appreciate that my definition of fun can be broader now.
What a wonderful reminder that at all ages, things break: hearts, bones, dreams, relationships, and the list goes on. Yet, each day (I am 61), we make the choice you spoke of-to live life our way. Thank you for this reminder to do so!
I love this--it’s inspiration for this “old” 47-year-old. This year I realized that my body has really aged in the last three years and would not continue to support me unless I support it. So I’ve committed to moving again (why do we stop moving after the kids grow up and move out?!), hydrating my skin, stretching, soaking in salt baths, and just generally being more kind to it.
Thank you for reminding me that there’s so much left to enjoy--and they are probably some of the best things!
You speak for so many of us. I love the mix of humor and emotional heft in your writing. I hope you continue to heal and reclaim more pieces of the things you love to do.
I'm over 45 and under 60. I have a titanium ankle and and a titanium knee, and here's what I do: travel to music festivals, play flute in a community orchestra, go on Turner Classic Movies cruises, buy antiques at sometimes inflated prices (if I *really* want it), say "no" to things that are not a "hell yes!", say "no" to people who are not a "hell yes!", and enjoy the wisdom that comes with age while I watch the younger set try to figure it out. I sit back and laugh, actually.
I consider myself a definite late-bloomer in terms of my writing—first book published at age 50!—and when I am considering a challenge that some people might think, at late sixties, I'm too old for, adopt the attitude: "What's the worst that can happen?" So far, none of those challenges have been life-threatening and they have all brought me a great deal of satisfaction!
So much in this article resonated with me. Thank you, and heal well.
This last year I turned 70. I spent much of that year making paintings to be given to dear friends who were also turning 70. I believe I made six of these paintings. We had birthday parties for each other, laughed hard, had good discussions, were so grateful for our long-time friendships. Love is still very much a part of these “old” person’s lives.
Covering the commode with something colorful. That'd be me! Mid 60s married to a mid 70s and we share ice and heating pads often! I was walking like a good girl, turned in the gravel and busted me nose, twisted my wrist, and shoulder and my ankle. Well it still gives me fits. Balance is key these days. Or my sister with MS, you've got to let loose and roll when you drop. Great read this morning!
This is great; I'm 40 and I feel old sometimes, so I needed this reminder that there's still a lot of life to live. I had a number of debilitating medical events happen to me between 37 and 40, which I'm sure lent to me feeling older due to limited mobility issues during those times. Thanks for reminding me I'm still relatively young, in the scheme of things, and I can feel younger again. :)
Excellent, myth-busting essay, Eileen! Everyone, including those of us past 45 and moping about it (referring to a friend, not me, of course), needs this reminder. I will be extra vigilant in watching where and how I step now. Thank you and Happy new year!
thank you so much for your humour (yes, that's how we spell it in the UK) and the clear voice addressing change. our bodies and minds change while our spirit remains strong. my 77year-old self is much more conscious than my 27 year-old self, though i too pinned that very same badge on my denim jacket and wore it with pride!
I’m 54 and sitting on my Peloton making a slow comeback from a knee injury. In the next week or so I’ll try an easy hike again. Then a cold water ocean swim and a bigger hike. I’ll plug in my Magic Wand and go to another planet! Take that youngsters!
I’ll tell you what I don’t do at age 55: I don’t cry over boyfriends, I don’t worry about missed periods, and I don’t give a single fuck what anyone thinks of me. Boom.
Great article! I just turned 70 and broke my shoulder then my wrist last year within 5 months (yes I’m now taking medication for osteoporosis). But I also kayak, dance, go camping, deadlift 100 pounds, travel, and laugh with friends—a lot. I have much more energy than I did 10 years ago. It’s all good!
I was an un-fun 20-30 something. It wasn’t until I reached my 40s, that some of the pressure to have fun in certain ways (mostly involving alcohol and other people) felt lifted. Traveling, trying new crafts and activities, going to a book reading or just staying home and reading the book are all fun to me. I have most of my fun moments by myself, because I live alone, but enjoy getting out when I can with others. I’ve never been an extrovert who makes friends easily, so there are limitations on how much I see other people. Going to a movie, museum, or cooking class alone is fun for me. I appreciate that my definition of fun can be broader now.
What a wonderful reminder that at all ages, things break: hearts, bones, dreams, relationships, and the list goes on. Yet, each day (I am 61), we make the choice you spoke of-to live life our way. Thank you for this reminder to do so!
I love this--it’s inspiration for this “old” 47-year-old. This year I realized that my body has really aged in the last three years and would not continue to support me unless I support it. So I’ve committed to moving again (why do we stop moving after the kids grow up and move out?!), hydrating my skin, stretching, soaking in salt baths, and just generally being more kind to it.
Thank you for reminding me that there’s so much left to enjoy--and they are probably some of the best things!
You speak for so many of us. I love the mix of humor and emotional heft in your writing. I hope you continue to heal and reclaim more pieces of the things you love to do.
I'm over 45 and under 60. I have a titanium ankle and and a titanium knee, and here's what I do: travel to music festivals, play flute in a community orchestra, go on Turner Classic Movies cruises, buy antiques at sometimes inflated prices (if I *really* want it), say "no" to things that are not a "hell yes!", say "no" to people who are not a "hell yes!", and enjoy the wisdom that comes with age while I watch the younger set try to figure it out. I sit back and laugh, actually.
I consider myself a definite late-bloomer in terms of my writing—first book published at age 50!—and when I am considering a challenge that some people might think, at late sixties, I'm too old for, adopt the attitude: "What's the worst that can happen?" So far, none of those challenges have been life-threatening and they have all brought me a great deal of satisfaction!
So much in this article resonated with me. Thank you, and heal well.
This last year I turned 70. I spent much of that year making paintings to be given to dear friends who were also turning 70. I believe I made six of these paintings. We had birthday parties for each other, laughed hard, had good discussions, were so grateful for our long-time friendships. Love is still very much a part of these “old” person’s lives.
Covering the commode with something colorful. That'd be me! Mid 60s married to a mid 70s and we share ice and heating pads often! I was walking like a good girl, turned in the gravel and busted me nose, twisted my wrist, and shoulder and my ankle. Well it still gives me fits. Balance is key these days. Or my sister with MS, you've got to let loose and roll when you drop. Great read this morning!
This is great; I'm 40 and I feel old sometimes, so I needed this reminder that there's still a lot of life to live. I had a number of debilitating medical events happen to me between 37 and 40, which I'm sure lent to me feeling older due to limited mobility issues during those times. Thanks for reminding me I'm still relatively young, in the scheme of things, and I can feel younger again. :)
Excellent, myth-busting essay, Eileen! Everyone, including those of us past 45 and moping about it (referring to a friend, not me, of course), needs this reminder. I will be extra vigilant in watching where and how I step now. Thank you and Happy new year!
Great essay, Eileen. Hope you are more mobile now.
Eileen! Brava! Age is overrated. Now I'm going to look for pretty material to cover my portable! Brilliant! Hahaha
thank you so much for your humour (yes, that's how we spell it in the UK) and the clear voice addressing change. our bodies and minds change while our spirit remains strong. my 77year-old self is much more conscious than my 27 year-old self, though i too pinned that very same badge on my denim jacket and wore it with pride!
I’m 54 and sitting on my Peloton making a slow comeback from a knee injury. In the next week or so I’ll try an easy hike again. Then a cold water ocean swim and a bigger hike. I’ll plug in my Magic Wand and go to another planet! Take that youngsters!