One of the benefits of being of a certain age is that you really can look back and dish out advice based on decades of experience! And no, I don't mean the kind where you explain to your kids how, back in the day, you walked to school in the snow, uphill both ways, with no coat or mittens, barefoot.
Each time something happens to me that reminds me that I'm heading into the third act of my life, I am startled and a bit annoyed. It's not that I didn't know these things would happen -- the memory lapses, the slight hair loss, tiring more quickly, sleeping less soundly -- I just thought they would happen, you know, later.
High school is a much bigger deal than some people realize-- until they're in the moment. High school graduation is the end of a lot of things, and the start of so many others. It's the end of your child's time in schools that you (the parent) know, that you have been a part of. It's the end of a time when you know their teachers and the place they go each day.
Two weeks ago I traveled to Oahu in Hawaii with my friend Lois. As it happens Lois, like me, is a woman living her midlife differently than our parents or grandparents did. Each of us subscribe to the notion that you get one spin on this merry-go-round called life and we want to live it to its absolute fullest.
I still know women like my mom. They absolutely detest getting older. They shake incredulous heads at the idea that perhaps they could accept another version of beauty. They are far from the midlife bloggers who stand in the bright sun, taking selfies or Periscopes of themselves, hooting about this and that, exuding confidence.