I am 65, and for the past four years, HuffPost's office in Los Angeles has been my work home. I am the oldest soul in the building, something I've grown used to. I happen to like my officemates -- and believe that that affection is reciprocated. But without a doubt, being the oldest comes with distinctions -- and life lessons.
In 2035, the youngest boomers will be 71. The oldest will be 89. What is it going to be like to look back from that vantage point? Hopefully, most of us will have figured out how to keep working as long as possible -- certainly to 70, when the maximum Social Security benefits kick in, but probably longer.
Boomers are sending a signal to the new economy: we aren't 'moving over' to cede our careers to younger generations. Retirement at 65 is either unaffordable or irrelevant to a generation that either must keep working to survive, and/or wants to keep working to serve a meaningful and purposeful life.
Today's job search is a difficult process. If you're currently out there looking for work, you know the roadblocks, frustrations and daily grind involved in finding a new position. Plus, if you're over 50, you have additional hurdles to overcome. Age bias is real and all too prevalent in the job market. Nevertheless...
The allure of starting a business is strong. That's part of the American dream for many, especially those in their 50s and older who are looking to leave their lifelong jobs in the corporate world or retire from a small-to-midsize company. The reality is that 27 percent of start up businesses fail within the first year and are at continued risk after that first year.
The job market is tough today, especially when you consider that the government's inflated and expansive definition of a 'job' includes part-time employment, temporary work and even unpaid work for the family. We hear a lot of tales about the inability of workers over 50 to get a job, perhaps in part because of their age.
It never occurred to me that I would be unemployed in mid-life. Well, yes, it had occurred to me when my tits were still perky and my mind malleable, so I went to grad school, got a Ph.D. and embarked on what was once a promising and stellar career. But after I found myself in the cross-hairs of those in institutional power, my carefully-constructed career came tumbling down.