There's been some discussion in the news lately about the new definition of old, and what to call someone who's over 60. It seems that referring to adults as 'elderly,' 'old' or 'older' can sound wrong, regardless of how accurate it is.
If I never took that first step toward reinvention, the one where I put my corporate contacts in order and started my own business, I don't think I would have had the time or courage to publish my books.
Pick a "project" -- a room, a closet, your wardrobe, your food habits -- and give it some serious focus. What can you do to bring change into your life?
I've found that people who "start over" are often just returning to an old professional passion. Something that, for whatever reason, had to be put on hold.
Changing careers in midlife is not an easy transition for anyone -- especially once you've hit the over-50 classification and acquired your first AARP card.
The children of my generation grew up hopeful. Even if our goals and aspirations were not on the level of superstardom (although superstardom was considered an achievable destiny), we lived in a world where we were always told that if we wanted it enough, we could make it.
Retiring beyond Cleveland was one thing. Retiring overseas was something else entirely, an idea that, when she began planning for her retirement, didn't even occur to Alice.
Put dating in perspective and see it for what it is: not just a chance to meet new people, but as an opportunity to reconnect with your authentic self.
Umbrellas implode. Socks and gloves disappear. Car keys jump from pockets. Phone numbers written on scraps of paper flutter away. Dreams fade. Love dies. By the time we reach mid-life, there is a long list of absences -- people, opportunities, aspirations -- due to departures, gradual or sudden.
If you think that you're no longer valued in the work world, it's an awfully big challenge to present yourself as a confident, can-do candidate.
One of the important truisms of moving ahead into the new life stage that awaits us is that nothing changes if nothing changes.
In order to capture the depth of nausea that I felt on the day that I got fired, you need to picture me sitting across from my boss in his glaringly sunny office. Then you need to envision giant tufts of wiry white hair sprouting out from the neck of his company polo shirt.
My reinvention journey entered a new phase this year, and I'm not the only thing to have changed. While I've gone from free agent to salaried employee, the corporate workspace has moved from assigned seating to free-range squatting.
I have recently discovered that I am not the only post-50-year-old woman who recently began to embark on a new level of professional success once I focused primarily on my own needs, rather than the needs of others.
When was the last time you gathered a group of your various close friends together? Just stopped the madness and everyday stuff and took a step back to enjoy the people in your life that you forget to make time for so you can rekindle that spark, a conversation, the interest and the escape.
That's what I love about this moment. I see the names all linked for all time. There's my name right next to the name of the woman who became my wife in the middle of all this craziness. There's Kenny Loggins' name. Proof that he did indeed call one night with a "crazy idea."