When the time comes to move on

I realize that my last post on this site occurred on my 75th birthday, now nearly 4 months ago.  For about 4 years, I’ve been “musing” fairly regularly in this space. My own aging journey has increasingly been the topic. It’s exciting, intriguing, and thus has become a primary focus.

My new mission is to invite my younger professional peers to consciously enter into their third chapter of life and consider vibrant elderhood as a worthy goal.  This endeavor is starting to occupy my time, my thoughts, and my energy.  So I’m letting go and moving on from activities that no longer carry the level of excitement they used to.

Journey no ages

That said, this is my final post on this site.  Into the archives these blogposts will go –perhaps to resurface in another form in the next year.  In the meantime I truly have enjoyed “musing along the way” during my own exhausting and illuminating third chapter journey to date.   At the very least my musings will provide a record of these years I would otherwise not have.

Writing has been incredibly satisfying, and becomes even more so.  Maybe it’s less the writing, and more the figuring out of life through writing, that has become my fascination.  On this site and another, I’ve enjoyed keeping the perspectives in each of my books alive.  I’ve jotted my ideas and observations on doing what one loves, and continued to muse about what life presents to me. But now it is time to stop and say goodbye.  I feel done here, knowing that what I am meant to do in my life ongoing has come into sharper focus.

And so, third chapter living, third chapter thinking and third chapter mastery™ are what I wish to grapple with, live and share. The challenges and delights and curriculum of becoming the kind of elder the world needs, are absorbing my mind and heart.  You’ll find me, still musing and writing, on those topics in my single remaining blog, currently located at Meet Martha Johnson.

Thank you for being along for the ride.

Be well and be happy.

 

I feel good II

I feel good, because my mission is becoming clear…. and we got a hint of what that mission is in the last post.  The joy of serious encouragement, even approaching kicks in the pants.

Why does a 75-year old need a mission?  Well, apparently I do. And frankly I think everyone does, but they just don’t call it that.   I need to be useful, as do the volunteers at the senior center who drive folks to their appointments or the volunteers in the nursing homes to read to folks or the volunteers who run the bingo games on Sunday.  Neither a obsessive helper, nor a caretaker, I just have different skills that I truly enjoy using and give me as much joy in the giving as others seem to get in the receiving.   So there we are. Continue reading

I feel good I

This week was a good week.  Here’s one reason why.

I received deep thanks for my encouraging kicks in the pants by two recipients of same.  Yes, that’s part of my M.O.  When someone dares to mention in my presence that they want to do something–especially if they mention it more than once–I take them seriously and persist with encouragement.

Joy has been wanting to write her life stories as a memoir for her children for I don’t know how long. She started this week.  Janet has been hesitating for 9 months to share her artwork with our community. This week she did so with great acclaim,  and has an idea for another show next June.

While my “no excuses personality” can also seen as blunt, bottom line and minimalist and not so warm and fuzzy, my friends, two 75-plus women, expressed deep gratitude for my persistent insistence that they “get moving” on what they said they wanted to do, and for even taking them by the hand to get them started.

What I’m noticing about me is that I tend to believe in people more than they believe in themselves.

When my persistent presence prompted them to get moving on their goals, it didn’t seem to matter how long it had taken, we all felt good.

While I am sure that some weeks, this part of me is less appreciated, this week was not one of them.