Sometimes I think we boomers are in a bit of a panic. At least, I know that sometimes, I am.
Especially in those moments when I realize that we've been on this planet for more than half a century. When I mention this small fact to folks my age, they often look shocked and horrified. Surely that estimation isn't right. Can't be. We're too hip for that. Too busy. Too revolutionary. We don't do old.
It just doesn't seem to fit the boomer storyline -- sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, baby. And after that, upward mobility, tiger moms and helicopter parenting.
I mean, we've got this.
So, true to our nature, we've turned these later years into opportunities to reinvent ourselves. Which is a wonderful thing. I created a blog when I turned 50, after years of raising my children and having a career as a therapist. And from that simple, and for a lot of us, courageous act of deciding to write at this stage in life, I've had the amazing opportunity to have my work published on a little website called The Huffington Post. I've also volunteered, worked for a non-profit and currently work as an independent contractor. I've reconnected with old friends and with parts of my own self. A full steam ahead reinvention effort.
But lately, my reinventing seems to have stalled.
So I've been taking naps. And taking great joy in wearing my colorful, winter scarves, being and laughing with my husband of 30 years, and watching our children embark on their exciting, young adult lives.
On good days, I tell myself that I'm just chillin'. On others, I worry that I'm just being old. I worry that I'm being an inadequate reinventor and wonder if I should do something new, like become a bank teller. Or take up skydiving.
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old friend via text. She told me that in addition to working full-time, she is going back to school to get her degree, something she's always wanted to do. I told her how happy I am for her, but that I didn't know how she did it, because frankly, I'm beat.
And then she texted me this: "You've done it all. Now is your time to rest, live and be loved."
I wanted to reach through my cell phone screen and hug her.
I decided it's okay to just chill for a while. Or to just be old. And to just love and be loved. In fact, in our 24/7 crazy world, these acts could be the most revolutionary reinvention of all. And that is very much a part of our boomer storyline.
Rest, live and be loved -- I've got this.