What a great thought, the idea of “coming into your own.” The age that makes me pause is 65, which I cross in 3 months. I came into my own in a big when I turned 55, divorced for the second time and a single father to three teenagers from my first marriage. I felt very strongly that there was something about me that I had never allowed…
What a great thought, the idea of “coming into your own.” The age that makes me pause is 65, which I cross in 3 months. I came into my own in a big when I turned 55, divorced for the second time and a single father to three teenagers from my first marriage. I felt very strongly that there was something about me that I had never allowed myself to know. I’ve been open to discovering that ever since. Turning 65 feels like a moment when I will cross into new territories. When society will truly see me as old. I always wondered why older people hung out together. It seemed boring to me. But now I see the value of knowing people who share that mysterious knowledge -- and strange decay-- that comes with aging.
What a great thought, the idea of “coming into your own.” The age that makes me pause is 65, which I cross in 3 months. I came into my own in a big when I turned 55, divorced for the second time and a single father to three teenagers from my first marriage. I felt very strongly that there was something about me that I had never allowed myself to know. I’ve been open to discovering that ever since. Turning 65 feels like a moment when I will cross into new territories. When society will truly see me as old. I always wondered why older people hung out together. It seemed boring to me. But now I see the value of knowing people who share that mysterious knowledge -- and strange decay-- that comes with aging.
Well said, Stephen.