We expect brilliant people such as Robin Williams to contribute to society well past their 60th birthdays. Yet the rest of us are more or less expected to retire, step aside, and draw benefits from the government for the rest of our lives. This neediness and dependency view is vastly out of touch with what we now know about aging.
Beyond financial considerations, longer life spans and better health into the retirement years are changing the way retirees expect and desire to live their lives. They're more active and the idea of stopping all work activity is not the goal anymore.
Here's a novel concept: Doing nothing is as productive -- maybe even more productive -- as doing something.
I was born without lower legs and a hand with missing fingers that we called "the claw." Leslie was born with an underdeveloped upper body. Her shoulders and arms are thin as reeds, and she has no hands.
It is time we recognize the impact that Generation Xers across the globe have had on the Millennials' outlook on life, work, politics, civic engagement, entrepreneurship, activism or culture. Let's not sell our Millennials short. Let's add nuance and perspective to the conversation. Let's burst that bubble, shall we?
I've never attended a school reunion in my life. Not high school, college, or graduate school. Never. But the 50th Oswego High School (NY) reunion was irresistible to me. I asked myself, "If not now, when?" And so I booked the hotel, rental car, and flight, and took off for Lake Ontario.
e can complain, we can grieve, we can mourn, we can avoid. We will sustain loss nonetheless. If we can take anything away from loss, it is that loss, like all of life, presents us with choices.
We really need to give millennials, born during much more trying times, the chance to prove their mettle and it looks like that is already happening.
As the old saying goes: if you aren't clear about what you want, how can you possibly know when you've got it? Nothing could represent that tried and true statement more than a job search.
I used to weigh myself two times a day all through college and until I had my first child -- and began again after my second was born. It started because the daily dorm breakfast of buttered cinnamon toast (three slices) ended up pushing on the seams of my jeans. When I finally got on the scale - it turned out I was up 8 pounds - Never had a weight issue before and now I was freaked.
It didn't come early in my career (understatement, as 59 years old is a dinosaur in the youth-obsessed fashion industry), but maybe the best should be saved for last... My prophecy at the age of 4 took a bit longer to come true than imagined, but it's all about the journey.