The Best Half

I think I need an attitude adjustment.  I think I have been “resigning” to aging.  I think I have fallen a little into to that “it’s all downhill from here” trap.  I got to thinking yesterday that the second half of anything is always the better half!  The Second Half of Adulting is going to be amazing!

I live with a lot of men and a very athletic daughter.  So despite the fact I didn’t own a good pair of tennis shoes until my thirties, I have come to be a sports fan.  I have watched a lot (A LOT) of sports games over the years and to save time, I’ve come to believe that you only need to watch the second half of any game.  The second half is better and way more exciting.  By the second half, the players “get each other”.  They are in their groove with their teammates and they know what they are up against with their competition.   At halftime, they’ve reviewed their mistakes and they have experienced trick plays.  The players know that there are more trick plays to come, but they are better prepared and not surprised when these plays happen.  They get that “time is of the essence”.  The players appreciate that they don’t have all the time in the world to meet their objectives, so they play with urgency.  They play ALIVE!  It’s exciting, the second half of any game!

Think about movies and books and plays.  Once again, the second half is always better.  How many times when reading a book have you snuck ahead to the second half?  The second half of any good story is where the rubber hits the road.  The second half has all of the action, the climax, the moral of the story and the happily ever after.  The first half is just about character development so that you can get to the excitement of the more meaningful second half.

What about a really good meal?  The second half has the dessert cart.  Need I say more?  Pregnancy?  The second half comes with the baby!!!

So, here’s to all of my fellow Second Halfers!  We’ve made it!  The best is yet to come!  Go over your game plan, make sure your character has developed the way you want it to and enjoy your just desserts!!

Summertime Blues

I have a little of that “end of summer” melancholy going on right now.  My high schoolers are headed back to school on Monday and my college student son heads back to the university in about a week and a half.  His girlfriend came over to the house to say good-bye to us last night as she is heading back to college early for her sorority rush season.  We released our eldest son into his own adult world earlier this summer. I wonder when we are complete “empty nesters” if the seasons will seem as acutely distinct as they do right now.

It’s not that I’m entirely sad that summer is over.  The heat has slowed everything to a molten glob of inertia.  I’m eager for a faster pace.  The summer jobs that the kids have had at the beach and eateries have lost their novelty and newness and the “wind down” is obvious.  I remember how shockingly disrupted I felt the first summer after all four of my kids had started going to school for full days.  I’m a person who likes my “alone time” and I am eager to feel the uninterrupted quiet of my thoughts and my own personal rhythms again.

Still, it’s the little things that make each summer special and a little unique to previous summers.  This year when I drove my daughter to tennis every morning, we enjoyed a routine of listening to the same crazy radio show and laughing along with the antics of the DJs who we have both grown to really like.  We saw on a country road, the same elderly man, dressed formally, always smiling, walking with his cane and this mop of a dog that my daughter and I have nicknamed “Smoothie.”  “Smoothie” gives us the most hilarious “stare down” every morning, annoyed that we have disturbed the peace of she and her beloved.  The few times that we haven’t seen them on their daily walk, we have been concerned.  We missed them.  I will miss them this fall.

Summer is the time of big, new adventures and the anticipation of big, new adventures.  It is the time of slowing down and baking, prepping for the feast of the banquet of new learning and growing in the fall.  It is a pause in the schedules of life.  I have to hit “play” again here soon and I think I’m ready, but I’ll keep the bright memories stored on my life drive forever.

Did You Write That?

I miss handwriting.  I never wanted to be one of those old people who laments about the “good ol’ days”, but there are certain things that I wish could have a revival.  Handwriting is one of those lost arts that we don’t see too much of anymore.  It needs to be brought back.

What is more personal than handwriting?  It’s funny, but back when I was in school, we spent as much time learning handwriting as we did learning geometry.  It was always taught by the most anal-retentive, meticulous teacher in the school.  We all had the same practice books with the connect the dots configurations and yet, in the end, despite the hours and hours of “practice makes perfect”, none of our handwriting looks the same.  Handwriting is one of our own personal markers, almost like fingerprints.  When you get that rare card (never a letter anymore) in the snail mail, you usually know who it is from before you even open the card.  Even if the handwriting is awful and messy and hard to read, it is lovely, because it is a true personal stamp of a person you care about.

Today’s conversations are mostly done in digital form.  It makes sense. Email and texts are efficient, easy and convenient.  They are easy to read.  But none of that is nearly as personal as our own handwriting.  The emoticons and GIFs and many fonts are all somebody else’s creation, borrowed and apropos, but missing the element of “uniquely you.”

My handwriting has definitely gotten worse and less legible over the years.  I imagine that this is due to a combination of age and lack of use.  My husband always teases me about my vast collection of pens that I store like they are hurricane supplies.  I have an entire shelf devoted to beautiful stationery.  I delight in those chalkboard signs that cute eateries have where the employee with the prettiest handwriting has displayed the day’s menu highlights in a rainbow of chalk colors.   I think it is possible that handwriting is a lost art that will someday be featured in art galleries around the world.  I’ll buy a ticket to see that exhibition.  It will be wonderful!

 

Downsizing

Yesterday we got a moving announcement in the mail.  We are starting to get more of those lately.  They are different than the ones we got when we were just starting our family, when we were just starting to be entrenched in the First Half of Adulting.  The ones we got back then were clearly because our friends were moving to different cities and states to climb in their careers or moving to bigger homes with bigger yards to accommodate their growing families.  The new variety, the Second Half of Adulting moving announcements appear to be more of the downsizing variety.  Recently my husband’s friend suggested he and his wife were starting to look at townhomes and condos now that their youngest had headed to college.  We even have friends looking at 55+ communities.  It’s the subtle little things like this that start to show you that you are shifting into your Second Half.  They kind of take you by surprise, but also make you think and reflect.  In the First Half of Adulting, you start hearing about people getting engaged, you go to wedding after wedding and then the baby announcements start appearing in the mail.  These little announcements, perk your attention, make you wonder about what you are doing in your own life and to reflect on your own choices.  So now, in this Second Half of Adulting, the pricks of attention are coming in different forms of announcements.  What would it feel like to be less encumbered?  It’s almost like getting another blank page to start creating all over again, but with a whole different set of parameters.

Life is kind of like a bell curve.  In the First Half of Adulting, you build, build, build, climb, climb, climb, and now it appears that this Second Half of Adulting is going to be more about releasing and letting go of all of that “build and climb.”  My family has always enjoyed hiking and of course, going down the mountain is always the easier part of the hike.  I’m hoping that holds true in life. No matter what though, I’m curious and I’m up for the adventure.

Broken Toes Hurt!

The wonderful thing about having years of experience under your belt, is all of the influences and people who have made strong impressions on your life.  One piece of advice that I got back in my twenties has stuck with me my entire life and I have passed it on to many people myself since then.  At the time I got the advice, I belonged to a Mommies group of very wise women who, though we have scattered in many directions throughout the years,  I will never forget their influence and kindness in the beginning years of my parenting adventures and mishaps.

The day I got the sacred advice, I was sitting in my friend’s kitchen as our children were all interacting with each other and toy cars and legos and cartoons.  I was lamenting dramatically about a problem that must have been relatively minor, since to this day, I honestly can’t even remember what that problem was about.   Mid-sentence into my dramatics, it occurred to me that my problem was almost irrelevant compared to what my friend had been going through.  After having her first child, trying for a second child had ended in endless miscarriages and several failed, expensive IVF treatments.  The situation was taking a huge toll on her body, her marriage and her very outlook on life.  She and her husband had recently decided to stop trying again for another baby.   “I’m so sorry!” I said to my friend, full of guilt and shame.  “What I’m going through is nothing compared to what you are experiencing.”  She grabbed my hand and said, “Just because someone is having a heart attack next to you, doesn’t mean that your broken toe doesn’t hurt.”

Now my third son recently broke his actual toe to the the point that he needed to have it operated on, so I can attest that yes, broken toes are indeed very painful.  While it is often necessary to look at horribly sad situations that people are going through, to keep your own problems in perspective, it is not good to diminish or dismiss your own very real feelings about your own very real experiences.  It is not possible to have compassion and true empathy for others’ blights, if you haven’t allowed yourself to feel and experience the kinds of sadness, loneliness and fears that people go through when they are having a tough time of it.  When people go through the tragedies in life, who besides God, do they often turn to for hope and direction?  Usually, the most helpful people are people who can relate.  Support groups of people who have experienced the same similar adversity and have shown that it is possible to come through to the other side of the pain, are usually the greatest inspiration to people trying to put the pieces of their own lives back together.

We’re not meant to go through this thing called Life alone.  If we were, this blog wouldn’t even exist.  When I read others’ blogs and books and listen to others’ stories, it fills me with the sense of, “Oh yes, I can relate to that.”  or “Oh good, someone else sees this the same way I do.” or “Oh wow, I never looked at it that way.  That’s helpful.”  At the very least it’s, “Hmmmm, interesting.”   I’m grateful that the downsides of my life experience have mostly been more of the “broken toe” variety, but I’m also grateful that I can share my “broken toe” experiences with people who are travelling with me. I honestly and fully feel it all, and thus, I deeply understand.

Favorite Things Friday the 2nd

Happy Friday!!!!  Why are Fridays so great?  I think it’s all about the anticipation.  Even if you don’t have weekend plans, it’s the deliciousness of not having plans, to be free to your whims is what makes weekends so much fun.  For years and years and years our weekends were taken up by travel soccer, softball, basketball tournaments, robotics events, etc. etc. etc.  My husband and I were often two ships passing each other on our ways to opposite ends of our city or our state, depending on the events.  When we first started having free weekends, we were a little shell-shocked.  It was hard to be without a schedule.  Now, we embrace our freedom to explore and to adventure together.  Life is magic!

On to favorite things:

Aityvert Solar Torch Lights – Oh my!  This is my latest set of favorite things in the world. They make me excited for darkness!  Last weekend my husband and I took a walk around a neighborhood we don’t typically walk around. (On an aside, I have read that walking in areas that are new to you is not just great for you physically, but is also wonderful for your mental health.  It helps you see things/issues/problems in new perspectives.  Try it!)  Anyway, we saw these wonderful sidewalk lights decorating this beautiful, old Victorian home.  I thought they must be gas powered because they look exactly like real fire.  But they are not!  They are solar powered.  They don’t even require batteries!  My son didn’t know that we bought them and he almost ran out to our backyard with a hose because he thought someone had kept a summer campfire going.  These are just awesome. 🙂

Grey Free by Guiliano – These “mascara wand style” grey hairs coverage are my go-to helpers in between my salon appointments.  Gone are the days for me, when my beauty routine was “quick and easy”.  Everything is a chore and a drawn out process.  My salon appointments take at least half a day, so I spread them out as long as I possibly can.  I’ve tried crayons and shampoo-in type grey coverage, but I always come back to these babies.  My greys tend to be in clumps in different sections of my hair, so this mascara wand style really works for me and the color stays put until it is washed out.  They are inexpensive and come in many different shades.  The only downside is that they don’t seem to have a long shelf life.  They get an “off smell” if they are kept too long.

No. 7 Airbrush Away Pore Minimizing Primer – I found out about this wonderful product through one of those magazine articles that takes reader polls about “the best of the best” in beauty products.   I find beauty product selections so overwhelming these days that I prefer to go with recommendations from friends and trusted sources.  This primer is absolutely perfect when you need to “save face” – meaning that you don’t want to look like the Joker by the end of a hot and humid summer day.  If you want your make-up to have staying power, than start with this product and you’ll be good to go for the whole day!  The best part is that you can buy it in places like Target and Walgreens.

Three’s the magic number.  Thank you for reading my blog!  Have a fantastic weekend!

You’re Fired!

Earlier this year, my aunt and uncle came to visit us.  We were very excited to see them as we don’t get to see them very often due to the fact that they live in England.  So, I spent a lot of time preparing for their visit.  On the day of their arrival, the rest of the family was at school and work, so I did the final preparations.  (you know shopping, cooking, shoving things in closets)  About an hour or so before their due arrival, I set the dining room table elegantly and I lit a scented candle before heading to take my shower.

About 5 minutes into my shower, I heard a voice I’ve never heard before.  It was an extremely loud, urgent woman’s voice broken up intermittently by a piercing beeping sound.  Her voice firmly screamed, “Fire! Fire! Fire!”  Now right outside of the shower entrance was Ralphie, our labrador retriever.  He is a water dog, through and through, and we’ve had to train him that he cannot shower with us, so he just waits right outside the shower door hoping to catch some mist.  Ralphie went into overdrive the minute the screaming woman started screaming.  Lacey, our collie, who usually walks around the house herding dust bunnies (mostly her own hair), came running to meet me at the shower, too.  Now, I’m kind of “hit or miss” when it comes to emergencies, so I didn’t think to grab a robe or a towel.  I just ran naked out to the dining room with my hysterical canine entourage in tow.  There in the center of my dining room table, the centerpiece had fallen into the candle and the middle of the table was on fire.  If I had done it on purpose, it actually looked kind of cool and dramatic, but obviously, there is nothing really cool about a wooden table being on fire.

It’s funny when you look back at these things and observe your reactions.  At that moment, I was honestly just annoyed as hell.  The noise of the screaming woman fire alarm and the barking dogs was driving me mad.  I was running naked from the kitchen to the dining room, tripping over my hysterical dogs, with pitchers of water and the whole time, in my mind, I was going over whether we would have to eat in the kitchen now and would we all fit?!?  Seriously.  As I was throwing water at my table, I started wondering if I would have time to buy another tablecloth.  Thankfully, my mind wasn’t going to the fact that my whole house could burn down with me and the pups with it.  I guess minimizing is my emergency defense mechanism?!?

In the end, I was able to put the fire out, and luckily, since I had a thick tablecloth and even thicker table pads, our dining room table (which has a lot of sentimental value – granted, dining rooms tables usually do, due all of the family meals, holidays, games, arguments and celebrations that are often shared around them) was completely spared.  In fact, we even ate in the dining room that night.  Despite the campfire aroma, all went very well.

So what is the point of this story?  None really.  I just think it’s funny and it is good to laugh every day.  Especially at yourself.

 

Readers are Badass

There was one thing I was really looking forward to getting as I aged. Readers.  I think readers are badass.  I’ve had glasses since the third grade for my nearsightedness and I graduated to contact lenses as quickly as I could get my shaky little fingers still enough to poke them on my eyes (which was about 5th grade).  I only wear my prescribed glasses when I’m up really early or I have pinkeye.  In fact most people who know me, probably don’t know that I have faulty eyes.  However, when it comes to readers I have about 20 pairs.

When I was younger and I saw a woman in readers, I stopped and paid attention. I felt respect.  She meant business.  She had been around the block, seen it all and was taking no prisoners.  Readers represented the confidence that comes with age, wisdom and experience. And they are sexy!  Readers are alluring.  When a woman looks at you with readers on, she has to bow her head and look over them, like she has two sets of eyes on you.  You’re not getting away with anything, when a woman looks at you over the top of her readers.  I imagine most men want to rip those readers right off because they know that behind those readers is a woman who is old enough to know what she wants and she’s not settling.  How attractive is that!?!

I know a lot of people don’t agree with me when it comes to readers and I admit that I hate the idea of actually NEEDING readers. For example, my son made a lucky find of a vintage Gucci watch in a consignment store the other day.  I said, “Honey, it’s an obvious fake.  It says: Made In China.”  He said, “Mom, get your readers, it says: Made in Italy.”  He was right and the watch was real.  Still, at that moment when I shuffled through my purse for my “no apologies, no gullibilities” bright yellow pair of optical awesomeness, I couldn’t wait to put them on.  I felt sexy, secure in myself and ready to take on whatever else the day was going to bring.

I’m Not Creative

One of the biggest fallacies people think is, “I’m not a creative person.”  That is just not the truth.  We are all creative.  By definition, we are creation and we are co-creating to make this current world that we live in.  People think creative people are just the artists or the musicians or the poets.  But isn’t designing a car or coming up with a new scientific theorem or looking at a math problem at a different angle creative?  On a micro-level, we are all creating our own individual lives.  We don’t like to think like this because it forces a true level of self awareness.  Life isn’t just “happening” to us.  Yes, there are some forces outside of our control, but how we react to those forces is all on us.

I think what is good about the big “crossroads” moments in our lives, when the big changes happen, is that this self awareness of how much we do to create the lives that we live, really comes into focus.  I read once that we should look at ourselves as our own life managers.  How is your life manager doing?  Would you give her a raise?  Would you want to fire him?  We create our lives from the minute we wake up to the moments we go to bed.  The morning rituals that we have, whether we drink coffee or read the paper or hit the snooze button ten times are all of our own creations.  What we do all day, how we react to people and situations, what we wear, how we decorate our living spaces are all of our own creations.  The neighborhoods we choose to live in, the schools we send our kids to, how we interact with our kids and our spouses and our friends and our pets, again are our own daily creations.   The foods we choose to cook and eat and nourish our bodies with are our choices and thus, our life creation.  Finally, how many pillows we choose to sleep with, who we choose to sleep with, what temperature we set the thermostat to when we fall asleep is part of our life’s creation.

I’m currently reading a book/workbook called Design the Life You Love by Ayse Birsel.  Ms. Birsel owns a design firm and has designed/redesigned all sorts of everyday items down to a toilet seat that she claims is the most comfortable toilet seat in the world!   She says that most designing is really just redesigning.  In the book, Ms. Birsel talks about the fact that to redesign something you have to break it down to its smallest component parts and then build it back up to a better design that better fits your current lifestyle.  You can only reconstruct when you deconstruct.  So, to deconstruct your life, you have to look at each component that makes up your daily experience.  Family, Work, Friends, Hobbies, Interests, Health, etc. are all smaller components of what is comprising the totality of our lives.  When you break your life down to these smaller parts, you can then look at the individual parts and think to yourself, “What’s working for me in this part of my life?   What are small creative changes that I could make here that would make a difference in making my whole life more fulfilling?”

There are so many distractions in today’s world.  It can be very confusing to understand what is best for yourself.  I recently watched a movie called Ingrid Goes West.  The heroine of the movie is Ingrid and she has absolutely no self concept.  She stalks “internet celebrities” and tries to become them in order to get people to like her.  Obviously, this plan backfires on her, but in the end, when she is totally alone and has no choice but to be authentically herself, acknowledging all of her own pain and fear, is when people reach out to her and truly relate to her and understand her.  I think most of us confuse “creative” with “authentic”.  We respond to people’s art or music or websites because we feel connected to the creator of the creation.  The people we call creative are just responding to the deepest part of themselves that just can’t help but come out.  It has to be shared because it feels like it is that person’s primal drive or need to create it for no other reason than the pure joy of creating it. We feel utterly inspired by seeing their creative process in action because deep down we know that we are creators, too.  How many times have we heard an amazing artist or musician or writer or actor or businessman say that while they appreciate the accolades and external validation, the truth is they would be doing whatever they are doing for free, by themselves, in the middle of the woods, because it is their passion, their need, their desire, their creation, their authentic life???

Variety is the spice of life.  I believe that with my whole heart.  Life would be so boring if we were all the same.  I think life would be even spicier if we let our varieties shine not just in big endeavors, but in the ways we choose to go about our daily habits.  We are all creative.  We are all creators and there is no better time than now to live our own authentic, true self lives every moment of every day.

Finders Keepers

Recently, right before my son moved out to his new adult life, I lost two “good” pieces of jewelry on two separate occasions.  Now these weren’t “insurable” items or family heirlooms, but they weren’t Forever 21 clearance items either. (Now on an aside, I love all of my jewelry and much like one of my favorite fashion icons, Iris Apfel, a 97 year old fashion maven, I might even like some of my faux pieces better than my real pieces.)  Anyway, I was driven to distraction trying to find these items.  Unfortunately, in the process of looking for the jewelry, I did not find the pieces I was looking for, but what I did find was a whole herd of dust bunnies and several items that should have been donated to Goodwill eons ago.

Now, I’m always looking for the meaning of “why things happen”.  I was incredibly intent of finding the jewelry and I had such a laser focus on that intent that it certainly kept me from thinking about the idea that my son was leaving our nest, never to return to it again, as a child.  It was certainly easier to vent all of my frustration on the helplessness of not knowing where the jewelry had gone to, then to face my intense feelings of loss of the only structure that our nucleus family had ever known.  I was also admonishing myself for my carelessness for not appreciating my items like I should have and perhaps even taking them for granted.  Did I wear them as many times as I could have or did I assume they would always be available to me whenever I wanted them to be?  You see where these analogies are going.

My Catholic friends have always suggested to turn to St. Anthony to ask for his help to intercede with God when you lose items.  Now, I’m not Catholic so I had to Google the appropriate way to officially ask for St. Anthony’s help.  I looked up the prayer and it essentially said something to the affect of please help me to find my items, but if it is not God’s will to find the items, please give me total peace with that fact.  Now, in my desperation, I was wondering if it was okay to cross out the last part of the prayer, because in my mind, the only way I was going to have peace was if I found my jewelry.  Nonetheless, I prayed the whole prayer and I did not find my jewelry.  And I did not find peace right away, but surprisingly, I came to peace about the losses much more quickly than I thought I would.  Sometimes I Thank God for Unanswered Prayers has always been one of my favorite country songs and I think it applies here.

I often lecture my family about the dangers of getting too attached to “things.”  “We are not even going to leave this world with our bodies!” is a statement I’ve been known to say more than a few times.  For the record, that goes over like a lead balloon.  Thanks, Debbie Downer, any other uplifting anecdotes you’d like to pass on while we eat our dessert???  The truth is, I haven’t found a better way to say it, but the “things” in life are temporary and fleeting.  Change is always happening and the suffering occurs when we can’t make peace with this fact.  A lot of spiritual teachers (and marketing experts, for that matter) like to say that when we want something or someone, it’s not really the item that we want, it is the feeling that we believe we will get if we possess that thing.  I believed that I would feel extreme “relief” if I found my jewelry and obviously, I was looking for “relief” from a lot of the tumult that was swirling around in my heart.  And a lot of that tumult had nothing to do with my jewelry.

Native Americans were very thankful to the buffalo that they consumed.  They used every part of the buffalo and thanked it profusely for it’s blessing and it’s sacrifice.  Marie Kondo, the Japanese organization guru says that when you know that it is time to give up an item, you thank it for what it has brought to you and ask it to bless someone else.  I am thankful for my jewelry, for the times I felt lovely wearing the pieces, but I think I may even be more thankful for the loss of the items, because the lessons I gleaned from the losses will stay with me forever.  I hope that wherever they are now, they are blessing someone else in all of the best ways possible.