Self Discovery
Are you getting a little down in the dumps after a couple of months of gray skies? Or is it the time of year that has you a little blue? I think for me, it’s both, but over the past couple of weeks, I have been feeling droopy. And then it hit me: I haven’t been doing many of the things that bring me joy. So what brings you joy? Are you spending time doing those things?
I take piano lessons, and that usually does it. But over the weekend I spent time with longtime friends in my home town and I realized that being with them brings me joy. It might be a combination of being with those friends and being in my home town where I have good memories: I think it’s both. It lightened my mood.
And, I am going to visit my son who lives far from home and that always cheers me up: I feel such comfort when I am with him. Just very peaceful. And, he lives in California so I will be re-introduced to the sun! This son, though, is the one who brings me peace, he makes me feel calm and settled and he brings me joy. All of my children bring me joy and sometimes after the holidays and when we settle in for winter I need to schedule a visit to get myself pumped up again.
Plan Something Right Now!
Listen to me: if you are feeling somewhat draggy, think about what brings you joy. Has it been missing lately? Could that be a factor in your mood? Of course, it is. So change that. Make a plan right now to get some joy into your life immediately, even for a day, and see how your mood lightens, how you become a little smilier (yes, that’s a word). It will make a world of difference as you finish out these winter months.
Read MoreRepost from 4/29/2020
I spoke to a group of women several months ago about confidence. The group was composed of women over fifty, some single and some not. About halfway through the discussion, I realized that my talk was not resonating with the whole group. It was falling flat. I could see some faces glazing over, and I learned a valuable lesson that night.
When I speak with other single women about confidence, they are all ears. We single women 50+ know that confidence can often be lacking in our lives. But, I think it’s not as critical for our married counterparts. Hmm.
There are lots of reasons for a lack of confidence that we share with our married sisters: our parts are all starting to break down a little and we all sometimes feel invisible. But, when I became single after 32 years of marriage, I realized that there was one confidence buster that I didn’t even know existed. Entering every room alone. That’s it for me. 100% of the time entering the room alone.
Seems silly doesn’t it. But it’s true and it’s there always. I’m not talking about grocery stores and gyms, of course. I know how to do that. But here is a shortlist of the places that I might walk into alone often: church, weddings, restaurants, funerals, movies, sporting events (well not really), concerts, graduations. Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone. And that can easily eat away at confidence.
Close your eyes and think about yourself when you were a young woman for a minute. Remember when you felt like you owned the room? Like you were vital to what was happening? Like everyone would want you to sit with them? I try to muster up that feeling sometimes now to fool myself into confidence.
The most important trick you can use as you spend your life walking into everywhere alone is planning. I know you hear me talk about planning all the time, but it really helps settle your nerves if you are heading into uncharted territory (let’s say you are fearful that you will run into your former husband at a graduation party).
Make a Plan
Make a plan to meet a friend or colleague at your destination. Ask a friend to save you a seat and try to get there after you think she will have arrived. It gives you someone to look for rather than having a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face.
Walk With Purpose
When I am going into a crowded restaurant or bar and I feel a little uncomfortable about it, I just head in like I am the most important person in the room. Head held high, walking with a purpose, looking like I know right where I’m going, even if I head right to the Ladies Room. I put on my “I am so important and busy,” posture and no one is the wiser. I might be scared to death but if I walk with purpose I don’t look it.
Laugh at Your Phone
For so many reasons our cell phone is our friend, but never so much so as when we need to look very busy or very important or very popular. I will admit that I have, on more than one occasion, looked at my texts and laughed out loud at absolutely nothing, just to appear that I am very much in demand. I hope I fool at least one person.
What are your tricks to looking confident when you are not? We can all learn from each other and grow more confident. I can’t wait to hear from you.
Read MoreThis weekend one of my best friends came to visit overnight. I hadn’t realized how few times I have guests in my place: outside my children, the number of times is NEVER. I was excited because I love my home.
It felt great to have my home neat and tidy. It is always neat and tidy, but when there is someone to see it I am happier getting it looking great. I looked forward to having someone actually see where I live because I love it and I’m proud of it and I wanted to show it to my friend. So, I was happy with anticipation. We had a great time together.
Fast forward to her heading home this morning. We had a wonderful 24 hours, as always. And I figured out what felt so good about showing her my new home: I got to show one of my lifelong friends who I am now, by way of my home.
As lifelong friends, she had seen my homes over the years and how I lived with my family. Then, she came to see me on the day after I moved out of my marital home and into a one-room loft apartment, it did not feel like a happy moment. And she saw this place for a moment when it was under construction before I moved in. It had been nearly two years since Z had been to my home.
My New Lifestyle
This time, for the first time in more than five years, I had the chance to show my life to someone who has known me in every stage. I am proud of who I am now and my home reflects this girl. I honestly didn’t know why I love my home so much and now I do: it’s me. It’s me right now, not who I used to be.
So, thank you Z. I was so excited for you to see my new life and now I get why it was so important for me to show it to you: it isn’t just a home, it is a reflection of the changes in my life.
If you aren’t living in a way that reflects who you are now, rather than who you were 10, 20 or 30 years ago, make some changes. You don’t have to spend lots of money or completely start over, but just make your home feel like you.
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When you look down the road at your life, do you see yourself coasting into the finish line? Or, do you see yourself riding on a stagecoach with arms and legs flailing around your head, hat flying off and wind whipping your hair around your face? And, which vision do you like? Do you see living the rest of your life on a cushion or do you look at your life as an adventure?
If, when you think of the future, you see a life in which you put the brakes on way too soon, don’t worry. You still have time to re-invigorate your life and make it an adventure rather than a snooze fest. All it takes is the desire to turn things around. That’s it. You can start today!
Think Big or Small, It Doesn’t Matter
If you want some adventure in your life, it doesn’t have to be an African Safari. It can be anything that challenges you: whether it is a bike tour through your town or learning Salsa. You can decide to learn to use a chainsaw if that is adventurous to you. The adventure isn’t important, it is the rush that it gives you that makes the difference. It is the confidence that you feel when you reach and achieve.
Single Travel
Traveling alone sounds horrific to many women I know, but there are so many options that I promise that you will find one that works for you, if that’s what you’re looking for. Whether it is in a group or you are ready to go it alone, there are many travel agencies that specialize in both single travel and senior travel, so you are covered. There are tons of volunteer opportunities that take you around the world, if that is part of your mission, to help others. Solo travel may sound daunting, but it can be rewarding and you may meet some new friends along the way.
Learning Can Be an Adventure
Adventure can be many things to many people. It doesn’t have to mean off-roading to your yurt on a cliff side. Or riding an ostrich. Adventure might be taking a cooking class in a foreign country. I think that is adventurous. Riding in a hot air balloon is adventurous to me. Riding a bike in New York seems like a pretty big adventure in my mind. Your adventure is your adventure.
The moral of this story is this: if you are over 50 and single and looking ahead to book clubs and Pilates as the highlights of your lives, you have a long road ahead. Do not give up this early in the game. Refuse to make yourself uninteresting and do not be uninterested because if you aren’t interested in life now when can you be?
This is not a dress rehearsal. Live your life with adventure in mind.
Read MoreIt happened last night. I was trying to fold up a big dog cage and I couldn’t get it to fold. I was cleaning out a closet and had to fold up the crate to get it out of the closet. I worked and worked to no avail when it happened: I had an absolute meltdown. Crying, screaming to no one, the works. And while I felt foolish when it was over I realized that the occasional meltdown is OK.
I just needed another pair of hands and there wasn’t another pair. Now, I am a hard worker, I am tough, I am resilient and I am creative. I can come up with a solution to almost everything, but I was stuck. I felt like there was just no way to get this job done and I was beaten. It was a stupid dog cage but it was winning and I came unglued. I started to cry and scream at myself that I was tired of doing everything on my own with no help from anyone. I sat on the edge of the bed and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes, crying.
Then, just like that, I stopped. I sucked it up and went back over to the closet and figured out how to get that cage folded up and out of the way. It wasn’t that I couldn’t do it, I just felt sorry for myself for those few minutes. But, my little breakdown gave me a couple of insights.
First, I remembered the fact that when I was married I was having to do everything on my own anyway, even though I had a husband. Participation on the other side was scarce. So really, nothing on that front has changed.
But, the most important lesson I learned from falling apart, was that after I stopped I felt better. I had a meltdown, wiped my nose, then got up, folded the kennel with ease and finished the task. When I sat down again, I had to chuckle to myself about my hysterical moment.
I needed that. I needed to feel sorry for myself for just a few minutes in order to turn my attitude around for the evening. I needed to take the time and boohoo, then remember that I am not much more alone than I was for so many years in my marriage, and now I have peace of mind for the other 23 hours in the day.
Today, I am thinking about how quickly misery can pass and how worth it a good cry can be. Try it!
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