New Rules For 64
I recently read an article about the positive aspects of being over 50. Actually, I read one of those about every week. It’s a pretty common topic on the internet, now that the internet population is aging – rapidly, I might add. (except for me, of course.)
Anyhow, I felt the need to make a comment. Mostly that’s because I always feel the need to make a comment. That’s why I write a blog twice a week. And I will admit it goes back a little further than that. I was putting in my two cents as soon as I could say more than Peek-A-Boo.
I’m actually enough of a commenter to have earned the designation, “Top Commenter,” on the Huffington Post. Which I suppose is an honor, since I’m not really tops at anything other than my willingness to express my opinion no matter how flimsy.
On this topic – the positive aspects of being over 50 (which I know was a while ago back in the first paragraph), I actually feel like I know what the hell I am talking about. (Not that it would have stopped me if I didn’t know what the hell I am talking about.) But since I have been over 50 for fourteen years now, I know a few advantages.
And here’s what I wrote:
I get a thumbnail of the cover of my book (because that’s my Facebook image) and my name and a STAR and the designation “Top Commenter.” The only thing that would improve this experience is if it said “Author” rather than “Controller at White Flower Farm.” On second thought, it could say “Author AND Controller at White Flower Farm.”
And perhaps they could delete the option to “Unfollow.”
But as much I like seeing my name in print, I actually think the comment is pretty good.
Once you get to a certain age, you do have confidence in what you know, and no shame in what you don’t know.
And now that I am 64, I also see a few things that will help me feel even more free.
I’ve given myself a few new rules for the next year. I’ve named these rules “The Freedom of Sixty-Four”:
1. For the last several years, I have changed my diet for the better. I eat real food in moderate quantities. And I feel much better than I have in a long time. But in the interest of The Freedom of Sixty-Four, I’d like to qualify that a little. I will still eat healthy food, but I think I’ve earned the right to only eat the healthy food I like. So long, Kale. Bye-bye, Bananas.
2. I’ve always been careful about getting too much sun. But I still like to get a little tan. I think I look better (and thinner) with a little color. But this is the year I will not tan at all. At 64, I will save my skin and stay pale. Older women look pretty when they are pale. (I hope.) This does not mean I won’t sit in my lounge chair on my patio with a book – which is absolutely my favorite summer activity. But I will wear more sunscreen and put up the umbrella. And if I find that I am not as enamored of pale as I thought I would be, well, there’s always self-tanner.
3. No more driving in bad weather. Now you might be saying, “But Nancy, you already don’t drive in bad weather.” Well, yes, but … but now I will be staying home because I am living up to my Principles. Not because I’m a wimp. See the difference?
4. I’m going to take my own advice when it comes to shopping. I tell everyone to buy only what you love, not what is only ‘good enough’. But I don’t always put this into practice myself. As of now, before I buy anything, I am going to ask myself how much I really love it. If I only buy something I absolutely love, then I will always be wearing something I love, even if it’s pajamas. Imagine how good that will feel.
5. It’s time to slow down. For sixty-four years, I’ve mostly been in a rush. (except for getting married, I guess – that took me forty years.) I talk fast, I eat fast, I clean fast. And that’s been good in a lot of ways. I accomplish a lot for a lazy person. But now I find that I am looking down at my orange peels and I can’t even remember eating an orange. It was probably delicious and I missed it.
6. And most especially, I will write slower. Not like blogging slower. Like writing with a pen slower. For years now, I’ve been finding notes I’ve jotted with great ideas for stories – ONLY I CAN’T READ THEM. Fifteen years ago, I read a book called, “Your Handwriting Can Change Your Life.” It’s time to find that book – wherever the hell it is – and read it again.