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I Hate Growing Old!

Posted: 10/26/11 05:35 PM ET

"I hate it!" This is what Greg said when I asked him how he felt about growing old.

Greg was a corporate executive in his mid-fifties, and it was not the first time I had heard this response from an interviewee. One of the things I learned in the research for my new book on aging (Aging as a Spiritual Practice: A Contemplative Guide to Growing Older and Wiser ) is that, simply put, some people like growing old, and some definitely do not. Actually, when I probe further almost everyone has both feelings, but one or the other seems to predominate. In Greg's case, he had a number of reasons why aging was a problem for him. One was that he felt he had chosen the wrong career, and now it was too late to go back. When he was young, Greg had aspired to be a psychologist, but his gruff, results-oriented father had convinced him to go to business school instead. "Make some real money!" his father had said.

Greg had indeed made some real money in his corporate career, but now he was realizing that money was not what really mattered to him. He had wanted to study the human mind, to help people, to make a difference, and now that road not taken was haunting him. His father had recently died, too, and Greg had not been able to reconcile with his father before his death. That was another problem for Greg.

Regret is a universal quality of aging; each of us has a collection of regrets by the time we are in our forties or fifties. Younger people have regrets too, of course, but for the young there is always the sense that there is time to start over, to try again, to reverse ill fortune. The regrets of aging are marked by irreversibility, a sense that there is not time to start over or go back. Actually, as I have discovered in talking to many physicians and mental health professionals, that sense of lost opportunity is often exaggerated. Many people can and do go back, even in their fifties, sixties or beyond. And regardless of what is actually possible, one psychiatrist told me his most powerful advice to people like Greg is, "There is always something you can do." Sometimes this psychiatrist has to work hard to convince his patient that this is really true, but it is. There is always something you can do.

Greg tried many things. He went to a psychiatrist, he took anti-depressant drugs, he entered into a torrid affair which flamed out almost as quickly as it had flamed up. None of those things really helped Greg, and by the time I interviewed him he was growing bitter.

But in Greg's case, my psychiatrist's friend's advice proved true: there was something he could do. Greg reached out to the industrial psychologist whom he had used from time to time to help with workplace conflicts in his company, and after a few lunches and after-hours conversations, Greg and the psychologist decided to team up as a two-person consulting team, helping managers and executives like Greg deal with the inner stresses, conflicts, and disappointments afflicting them. At first they only had a couple of clients, but word quickly spread and their bookings increased. They were a good team. Greg found he had a natural aptitude for a counseling role, and together with his psychologist partner they were able to make a real difference for their clients.

No, it wasn't the same as being a psychologist himself, Greg admitted to me. And he was not turning the clock back to some earlier time in his life. But he had, as he put it, "moved the ball forward finally." He was coming out of his funk, applying his professional and life skills in the service of something that had real meaning to him. At the end of our second interview I asked him if he still hated growing old.

He laughed. "Well, I never really hated it. I just hated not knowing what to do about it. Now I'm beginning to figure that out."

As I say in my book, "76 million baby boomers can't be wrong" -- about growing older, that is. The real question is knowing what to do about it.

 
 
 

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"I hate it!" This is what Greg said when I asked him how he felt about growing old. Greg was a corporate executive in his mid-fifties, and it was not the first time I had heard this response from a...
"I hate it!" This is what Greg said when I asked him how he felt about growing old. Greg was a corporate executive in his mid-fifties, and it was not the first time I had heard this response from a...
 
 
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11:26 AM on 10/28/2011
Our generation was raised in the wounds of our parents. Their "wisdom" came from two World Wars, a devastating depression and a shift away from an agrarian world to highly regimented, industrial one. We were taught to play it safe by specializing and pressing our competitive advantage through that specialization. Most of us put all our eggs in one career basket, made money and then paid others to take care of everything else. It was efficient in a mechanistic way, but we lost a lot in the process as well. Our lives today are very rich as spectators, but few of us have the broad competence to take care of ourselves as someone who managed a family farm a generation or two ago. So we attend virtuoso music performances but cannot carry a tune, and go to museums but cannot draw and have strings of marriages but raise our children in daycare.

We were meant to be more direct creators of our own reality, not merely acquirers of manufactured pieces that we could string together and call a life. Our generation was never given permission to enjoy something unless we could be contenders nipping at greatness. Let the reality that we don't have time to become great be a liberation. Take up something - gardening, guitar, drawing, cycling, anything! - and do it without worrying if you're any good at it. There's a joy and a wisdom from past generations waiting for you there.
01:14 AM on 10/27/2011
Getting old is a bugaboo.
09:02 PM on 10/26/2011
Regrets? Yes, I have a lot of them. Too many to name. I would do so many things differently if I was given the chance again, but we all know that can't and won't happen. Growing old is the pits. I now have a rare form of arthritis that attacks not only the joints, but the muscles. I have good days, bad days. My disease is incurable and althought not typically fatal, it can be. So now I have something wonderful to pass on to my kids. And I am finding that as someone in their 50's, this world does not exactly appreciate my education and experience. It is a young persons world out there and I hate it. I hate that when I hear young people complain about something or have a problem, if I give them my advice, they don't want to hear it. They think my advice is stupid, but then somewhere down the line, they will heed it and proclaim what a great thinker or problem solver they are. I am sick of it. I really don't think I have much to look forward to as I get into my 60's and 70's...if I live that long. Too bad our culture in the US does not follow some cultures where people my age and older are considered invaluable and are actually admired and respected.
08:32 PM on 10/26/2011
Great piece. I cannot say I love getting older, for one thing, my waist seem to have become a bigger problem to manage than it ever was, but I do realize the perks of getting older.
Some of them:
- I now work only part-time;
- I couldn't care less about what people think of me;
- I am more rested, I can enjoy the flowers, because I 'm not working all the time;
- I enjoy my children when they come to see me, I also enjoy when they leave and go about their business;
- I can travel more often;
- I can take the time to have my coffee in the morning without rushing;
- I do have some regrets, but I don't have the energy to dwell on them;
And the list of positives goes on and on:)
05:24 PM on 10/26/2011
Beats growing young. Have you seen Benjamin Button?
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04:43 PM on 10/26/2011
Consider the alternative.
06:51 PM on 10/27/2011
Always the replay. Remain vertical as long as possible. Otherwise, like Walt Whitman said, "Look for me on you bootsoles." Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Regret really makes sense, but, remember, at the time of the act/event/interaction, maybe there was a state of mind that prevented the best act. Also, we all live in a dream. If you hate the past part of the dream, dream bigger.