Joy Train

Like so much of the rest of the world, I’m in total awe of our amazing Artemis II astronauts. They are everything you like to see in human beings. I adored watching footage of Victor Glover’s hero’s welcome to his neighborhood. I so admire his unapologetic professions of his Christian faith. I loved seeing the excitement Christina Koch’s pup showed when being reunited with her. And today, I watched the speeches that the Artemis II crew made in Houston. I soaked up everything which they had to say, so full of gratitude and love for their families, for each other, and for everyone at NASA who supported their mission. The words that struck me the most though came from Jeremy Hansen and I had to transcribe them and add them to this thought lab which we have going on here at Adulting – Second Half. Here is some of what astronaut, Jeremy Hansen said:

“Joy . . . . I think you saw a lot of joy up there and there was a lot of joy up there . . .We have a term in our crew that we coined a long time ago, “the joy train.” We’re not always on the joy train, this crew, but we are committed to getting back on the joy train as soon as we can and that is a useful life skill for any team trying to get something done.”

And this:

“Love . . . what you saw was group of people who loved contributing, having meaningful contribution and extracting joy out of that . . . And what we’ve been hearing is that this was something special for you to witness. . . .I would suggest to you, we are a mirror reflecting you and if you like what you see, just look a little deeper. This is you.”

The reason why anything resonates in our deepest selves is because we intuitively know that it is a part of us. These astronauts showed bravery, resiliency, sacrifice, contribution, joy, teamwork, gratitude, awe, faith, hope and love and we all reverberated with it. And this is because, as Jeremy Hansen said, the astronauts mirrored the best parts of our own shared humanity. These astronauts mirrored the best parts of ourselves. They’re not in space anymore, but I imagine the Artemis II crew is definitely on the joy train. Let’s join them and let’s stay there as long as we possibly can.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Strings

Last night my husband and I attended a Billy Strings concert. (these are the beautiful things you get to do as an empty nester – attend a concert in the middle of the week, sitting in decent seats that you can better afford, without having to find a babysitter) Billy is an incredible bluegrass guitarist whose music my husband discovered when we were watching Willie Nelson’s birthday special a few years back. He got hooked on Billy’s incredible skills, and now he plays his songs all of the time. I don’t complain. It’s great music. We purchased our concert tickets back in January. And I’m so glad that we did. The concert was sold out.

The Billy Strings concert was a crazy experience. Billy has a loyal following that quickly put me in mind of the Deadheads whom I knew back in high school, who spent their summers gleefully following the Grateful Dead around the country. People whom we talked to, while standing in line for our merch, were in awe that this was our first Billy Strings concert. One woman said that she was getting goosebumps hearing that fact. Another said that she was incredibly jealous that we got to have our “maiden voyage” because hers was just that good. They regaled tales of their many Billy Strings concert experiences and assured us that it was okay to wait in the long line for merch because he always starts at 8:05 on the dot, and he did.

The interesting thing about all of this is that Billy is only 33 years old. As one fan told me, “Yeah, he’s just a baby. He’s our modern day Hendrix.” The concert did not disappoint. I spent most of it on my feet. Billy and his band only took one break and many of their songs go on as long as 15 minutes. Billy Strings has won numerous awards, including a grammy. He’s honestly a musical phenom.

What really got me to thinking though (instead of just singing and dancing), was what the woman sitting next to me said. “Do you know why Billy’s so good at what he does? It’s because he had a sh#tty childhood. We coddle our kids too much these days and they don’t reach their potentials,” she said to me with conviction. I knew about Billy Strings’ tough history. His father died of a heroin addiction when Billy was just two. His mother remarried (Billy attributes his stepfather as the man who gave him his bluegrass start), but his parents soon got addicted to meth. Billy ran away from home at the age of 13, and for a period, he, too, was addicted to hard drugs. When he went back home, his family achieved sobriety for a period, but sadly, in 2025, Billy Strings’ mother died of an overdose in her sleep.

So anyway, this statement about Billy’s childhood has been in the back of my mind since my fellow Strings fan said it to me. Is this statement true? No one has a perfect childhood. So the real question is, did the tougher parts of your own childhood make you or break you or a mix of both? Many people who experienced terrible childhoods end up on skid row and no one can blame them for it. But the ones who transcend their childhood abuse, use it as a hardcore motivation to give themselves everything that they didn’t get as children. When I asked AI for some examples, this is what its first statement said:

“Many notable figures overcame severe early childhood trauma—including abuse, extreme poverty, or parental loss—to achieve remarkable success. Examples include Oprah Winfrey (poverty/sexual abuse), Jim Carrey (homelessness), Charlize Theron (witnessing her mother kill her father in self-defense), and Howard Schultz (growing up in public housing). Studies suggest up to 75% of high achievers experienced difficult childhoods.”

I made it one of my major missions to give our four children a healthy foundation. Our family life wasn’t perfect, but I would confidently say that my four kids would probably all categorize it as “good.” Did I do them a disservice? I don’t believe that’s true. Even good childhoods go through trials. Our own family was hit hard by the Great Recession and we had to move to a whole other state when our eldest son was in high school. We discovered our third son had epilepsy when he was fourteen, and while this has affected him the most, it has made a mark on all of us in our family, particularly about the fragility of life.

I believe that the bigger point of all of this is, if you take the perspective that you can alchemize anything bad that has happened to you, into some sort of motivation/skillset/drive/ambition/compassion for yourself, then perhaps the hard things that happened to you, in some sense, also bear gifts, for you and for others. If you can turn your sagas into songs and your trials into trajectories, like so many others have, then you’ve won. Things that were expected to swallow you whole, instead catapulted you to your highest self. That’s why so many spiritual tomes warn against labeling anything “good” or “bad”. Good and bad can come from the same experience. Sometimes “good” or “bad” is just a matter of choice of perspective.

I don’t know if Billy Strings would trade his “sh*tty childhood” if it meant that he would not have the ability nor the ambition to take his innate musical talents to where they are today. I don’t know if Billy Strings had an amazing childhood if that would have made a difference one way or another, of him following his musical gifts to as far as they can reach. All that I can say is that I am utterly grateful that Billy Strings shares his gifts with us, however these gifts came into being.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Integrity

I did a deep-dive on the Artemis II mission this morning. I needed to bathe in some uplifting news. One of our sons drove to the other side of our state to see the rocket launch occur last week. He said that it was one of the most inspiring, hopeful, patriotic experiences of his life and being a “science geek” that wasn’t his first intention nor expectation of his adventure. Our son said that there were people from all over the United States (and all over the world, for that matter) there to experience the ground-shaking, anticipatory, excited, energy-filled moments surrounding the launch.

Today, I read more about the astronauts on the moon mission. The most moving story of the week has been the astronauts decisions to name two newly found craters on the moon. The first one they named “Integrity”, which is the name the astronauts have given the ship which they are travelling around the moon in, and the second crater, one that the astronauts claimed to be incredibly “light-filled”, is named “Carroll” for the beautiful wife of Commander Reid Wiseman, who passed away in 2020, after a five-year battle with cancer. Carroll was the mother of two lovely daughters, a neonatal nurse and as it turns out, a fellow alumnus of my beloved college, James Madison University. Commander Reid Wiseman has been lovingly raising their daughters on his own, for the last six years.

I pray that the Integrity and its leader, Wiseman, and its brave crew members arrive safely back to Earth at of this end of this week. We need Integrity back to Earth more than ever, don’t we? We need our holes filled with light. We need the quiet dignity of true visionaries and selfless leaders who know that we humans are most powerful when we work together for the mission of valuing and keeping sacred, the sanctity of our incredible planet, for all of its inhabitants. In a world full of loud and bombastic “look at me, what’s in it for me?!” energy, there is also, not too far out there, a place which our astronauts have shown that we can physically go to and explore. This place is the quietness and the vastness of space, surrounding and holding and embracing our precious planet, no matter what shenanigans we get carried away with, down here on the ground. May we put our direction away from the loud distractions and more towards the awe of the quiet dignity that holds us and guides us and supports us, no matter what is going on with us. May Integrity come back safely and soundly to Earth at the end of this week. And may we embrace her, as space continually embraces us.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Your Pieces

I love to write, but I love to read even more. The following essay is one of the most uplifting pieces I have read in a long time. Please take the time to read it. You won’t regret it. “You are the master builder of your life. . . . What can I build with the life pieces I’ve got?”

https://open.substack.com/pub/notsalmon/p/why-some-people-rebuild-after-everything?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

If you are uncomfortable with links, please google Why Some People Rebuild After Everything Falls Apart by Karen Salmansohn.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Blessings

+ Yesterday was our daughter’s birthday and she happens to be visiting us. We had a delightful day together, mixing in shopping, eating and errands. It’s been my favorite Monday of the year so far. We did her birthday “freebie” tour and loaded up on treats from Starbucks, Sephora, Panera and others. When she was a little girl (our daughter turned 22 yesterday, so her “little girl stage” was definitely a little while ago) and I’d be taking her along for chores and errands on her various birthdays, she never failed to chirp out to anyone in earshot that it was her birthday. And she always ended up with a pile of smiles, treats and well-wishes, even before she had a phone full of apps offering birthday surprises. This unabashadley accepting the deserved joy of her birthday, is a long-standing tradition that I hope that my one and only little girl, keeps up for the rest of her life. Joy is free, and it is here for the taking.

+ I know that the blog has been quiet lately. I’m in one of my “soaking it all up” stages in life. With our two sons’ weddings and our daughter’s college graduation quickly approaching, I’ve done everything that I can to internally slow down and to make sure that I am capturing what these “moments before” really look like, feel like, and seem like, to me, both externally and internally. I’ve been trying to capture the entire picture in slow motion, and to sit with it all in gratitude and wonder. Soaking it all up feels like a giant crescendo or wave, filled with emotion, memories, perceptions, hopes, fears, surprise, pride . . . . it’s like taking the biggest swallow of life that you’ve taken in a long time, and trying to just hold it in your mouth for the amazing flavor of it all, before it is just another bite from just another banquet of your life, finished and left to digest as a memory. “Soak it all up” moments are so ripe and poignant, aren’t they? Sometimes they are bigger than the events that mark the turning points. I imagine that these past winter Olympians felt so much more in the awe and the build-up of the opening ceremonies, than even when the medals were given out. I think that we humans inherently know to slow down and to soak up so much when we are babies, and when we are elders, and during all of the times in our lives that clearly demarcate a before/after. We soak up all of “the before”, in order to take in as much of it as we possibly can, so as to better bring it forward and to assimilate it, into the still unknown of the soon-arriving after.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

You, When You’re 90

I’m writing in the middle of the day which I rarely do. Typically I choose to write, right after my first cup of coffee. I like to do what I like to do best, first thing. Still, I just had to come right away to my Thought Museum a.k.a. Adulting – Second Half, in order to add a link to the best article which I have read in a long, long time. I’ll put the link at the end of this blog post. This article reminded me a little bit of an experience that I had last week, on a four hour plane ride. When I was on the airplane, I sat next to a lovely, elegant, regal woman who turned out be in her late seventies, although you would never have guessed that she was even close to that age. This lady first caught my attention when she and her husband (who so clearly adored her) arrived at my row. Since we were sitting in a roomier exit row, I lazily tried to just swing my legs to the side so that they could get through, and she looked at me and she said, “Aren’t you going to get up?”

Now how this woman said this to me was not said in a bitchy nor angry nor indignant tone at all. It was more a calm, assured statement of her own self-worth and dignity. I felt embarrassed and also impressed at the same time. (This situation put me in mind of a marketing professor whom I had as an instructor in college, who also happened to be one of the first black women to graduate with an MBA from Harvard University. She would peer out over us sloppy, hungover students in out stained sweatshirts with disgust, and then the professor would proclaim that she refused to lecture slouches, so we were to sit up straight and attentive in our chairs before she would begin.) Of course, I got up. The woman was right. Thankfully, my row partner held no ill-will towards me and we soon got into a long conversation. Interestingly, this woman had lived a fascinating life, with homes on both coasts. She showed me pictures of her two children (her son happened to be a basketball coach at a major university) and her two grandchildren whom she adored. This woman talked about her long career in hospital administration and how her friends from work still flew out to visit her, and to enjoy some hijinks at her west coast home in Las Vegas. She repeated many times that all of her many friends tended to be a good deal younger than her, as the younger ones were the only ones who could match her energy. The woman bragged about having eight Christmas trees which she happily decorated every single year. But then, my fascinating travel companion’s face turned dark and ashen, as she turned the conversation to her current crisis. It turns out, this energy-filled dynamo of a woman was terrified to die. Coming from a large family, three of her siblings had recently died in rapid succession (one died in a terrible traffic accident), and it filled her with panic and dread. She told me that she loved living so much, that she couldn’t bear the thought of death. This was starting to cause problems, as she couldn’t sleep for fear of dying in her sleep. She stayed upright on her couch every night versus lying on her bed. She even started attending therapy because she (and her loved ones) realized that she was falling into a pit of anxiety, stress and depression, all for the fear of death. I tried to just listen with empathy but also I assured her that I had probably never met such an alive person in my entire life, and with all of that energy and vitality, I believed that she still had a long life yet to come. I gently reminded her that we were all going to die, but she was one of the smart ones who really put her “all” into living, so perhaps when her time came to pass, she wouldn’t feel many regrets. The lady seemed to consider these thoughts and then we moved on, to looking at pictures of her many casino payouts. She claimed to be a particularly lucky gambler.

This was the long way around to the part where I share the link to the inspiring article I mentioned, by Karen Salmansohn, in which the 65-year-old author has a coffee meeting with her 90-year-old self. (One quote from the article that I wrote in my inspirational notebook: “Inspiration is what you call anger after you’ve made it socially acceptable.”) You can read the article here (even if you don’t choose to read it, the premise of having a conversation with your elderly self is certainly worth some time and consideration, don’t you think?):

https://notsalmon.substack.com/p/my-90-year-old-self-stopped-by-with?utm_source=multiple-personal-recommendations-email&utm_medium=email&triedRedirect=true

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Navigation Tools

This was a big weekend for the world. Disclaimer: I will never turn this into a political blog. If anything, I want this space to be a break from all things turbulent and divisive out in the big, bad world. That being said, just a couple of months in, this year is already proving to be a year full of provocations. In the end, all provocations tend to stoke two big, big fires, sometimes at the same time. These fires are Love and Fear.

I read a really good reminder over the weekend. It said: “Let your emotions inform you, not control you.” When you say, “I am angry”, that is not correct. You are the person feeling the emotion of anger. You are feeling anger. What is that anger telling you? What is that anger informing you of? What direction do you want your anger to take you in? Do not give Anger the reigns. Anger is just a feeling. Do not let Anger or Fear or even positive emotions like Joy and Elation take the lead or stoke them to the point of being overwhelmed or overtaken by them. Use your emotions as informants. Use your emotions as navigation tools. Invite your emotions to the table, along with reason, and reliable factual information and the ability to explore other perspectives. And most importantly, give this meeting of all of your emotions, your reason, the facts, and respected viewpoints, the gift of time in order to process any situation. In short, play the long game.

Last week, I had a conversation with my daughter about something that she was upset about and like so many mothers, I became as upset as she had been, because as mothers, we don’t like to see our babies upset. We tend to swallow up their emotions into the storm of our own emotions and then Heaven help anyone who is in the vicinity of Hurricane Mama Bear. But the truth is, my daughter had already stewed on the situation for a few days, and her emotions were already dissipating. Reason and Perspective had made inroads into the conversation. She was already at Step 5, when she introduced me to her upset. I, just learning about her situation, was immediately blown in the storm of Step 1, where emotion is so turbulent and so overwhelming, that you tend to forget that you aren’t actually the storm, you are just feeling the effects of the storm. Today, after a few days of exploring what my feelings were trying to tell me, I am also at a final stage of processing the situation. I am feeling calm. (Notice that I didn’t write “I am calm.” Calm is a feeling, not an identity.) I understand the nuances and the complexity of the situation. The initial “sting” has worn off and I see a path forward for my daughter and for myself, that includes adjusted expectations, grace, a focus on the long game, and a reminder of the importance of healthy boundaries and direct communication.

“You can’t control the waves, but you can learn to surf.” – Unknown

“When awareness is brought to an emotion, power is brought to your life.” – Tara Meyer Robson

“Don’t make permanent decisions off of temporary emotions.” – Unknown

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Wednesday’s Whimsies

+ ” . . . . . . I wish we could hit the brakes, but we live in a brakeless era.” – Paul Ford on the AI revolution

I remember years ago there was a movie where Adam Sandler had a remote control that he could press “fast forward” on the parts of his life which were difficult and challenging. It seemed like a great premise/invention, but the whole point of the movie was about just how much poignancy you would miss in your life, if you just tried to fast forward through it all. The point of the movie was to remind us that all parts of life are to be experienced and savored, even the hard parts. Now considering this opposite side of the coin, I see Paul Ford’s point of wishing we could press “STOP” or at least “PAUSE” in what feels like a constant, frenetic jangle of nerves and rapid advancements in these modern times. But we don’t have magical remote controls to control the times of our lives. We don’t have mystical magical wands to control the forces outside of us. We only have Presence. I read a poem the other day by Kevin Anderson that starts with the line, “I choose to live life heavily meditated.” I think that’s a great choice. We’ve all already pressed the Start/Play button on the days which we were born. We don’t have any other buttons to press, so now we must just experience and engage with what we started and hopefully in such a way that if we did actually have RECORD/REWIND buttons, we would be proud of the person we see doing and trying their best, even in the hard times that they wish they could have just fast-forward through, and even in the fleeting times when they were just begging for a pause.

+ “Collecting gathers. Curating edits.” – Jillian Bremer

I’ve always loved collecting. This is evident by the various piles of my favorite things, all around my home (particularly shoes). It strikes me though, that I have reached a stage in my life where curating has never felt more necessary, cleansing and freeing. When we are younger, we are like busy, twitchy little squirrels, running around, gathering, gathering, gathering, frantically trying to gather more and more and more. Sometimes we are so busy gathering that, much like squirrels, we forget what and where and how much that we already have amassed. Then, what sometimes feels like a sudden dawning, we reach this middle age and beyond stage of life, and we take a look at our “stockpiles” – not just of our things and belongings, but our stockpiles and collections of experiences and relationships and knowledge and wisdom and job titles and achievements and obligations and beliefs, etc., and we realize that we don’t need to keep gathering so much. What would be more beneficial for us, is to start whittling down a lot of our piles and our collections, to what is actually personally meaningful and lasting and worthwhile of our space (including our mindspace).

” ‘Finding yourself’ is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you”. ” – Emily McDowell

At our ages, we have already gathered quite a bit of our story, and we will undoubtedly collect more stories along the way (our closing chapters are hopefully long yet to be written), but we are also at the major editing stage of life. We are curating our vast collections down to what we really need to sustain ourselves and to fully appreciate those aspects of life that make it so individually satisfying to our truest, core selves. When we curate, we stop overwhelm. When we curate, we learn what we truly appreciate. When we curate, we understand what deeply moves us the most. When we curate, we excavate down to the core of who we really are “before the world got its hands on us.”

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Bygone Talents

“A talent grows by being used, and withers if it is not used.” – May Sarton

We had an interesting Family Facetime call with our four adult children yesterday. I was reminded of my latest addition to my inspirational journals (see above) when my eldest son asked my daughter when she thought she was at the height of her tennis game. Without a beat, she answered that it was her junior and senior years of high school, because she averaged playing tennis four hours a day during that time period.

Our middle son is the one of us seemingly most interested in artificial intelligence and so he shared a really sobering article with us, written by a man named Matt Shumer, who is in the AI field of business:

https://shumer.dev/something-big-is-happening

I highly recommend reading this article. I didn’t read it until this morning and it really got my wheels turning (and admittedly, my stomach churning). Yes, it’s another article telling us that our vocations are all going to be replaced by AI, much sooner than we think. The article makes logical sense. It also brought me around to this whole idea of “talent” again.

What if our natural talents are what AI is best at? What if AI makes our natural talents look like child’s play? What if what we are talented at isn’t really where our hearts lie? That seems to be one of life’s cruelties sometimes. People who would die to play the guitar masterfully, can’t seem to keep their chords straight and those who play by ear, would rather be basketball stars. And do we sometimes look at our own talents too broadly? For example is my daughter’s real talent playing tennis or is it her hand/eye coordination and natural athletic ability? Does she just apply her talent to what she likes to do? Do we think we are not talented because we have considered the idea of “talent” too broadly? Isn’t there talent in being particularly dogged or having a sharp eye for detail or listening to understand? Our talents are actually the nuances that people notice about us. Our talents are the traits of ours that stand out as different and appreciable and notable, no matter how subtle these differences may be.

I’ll be pondering a lot about “talent” this next week. The dictionary says that “talent” is our natural aptitude or skills. But we don’t always find ourselves interested in our own aptitudes and skills, do we? And are our talents more specific than we realize and thus can be applicable to a lot more actions than we realize? For instance, a lot of these Olympian figure skaters that we have been watching recently, could obviously choose to be fine dancers or gymnasts instead. The figure skaters have chosen to apply their natural abilities to a singular focus of ice skating.

It seems to me, that at the dawn of this AI revolution, we must be adaptable and curious, as the author emphatically states in his article, but we also must be curious about our own selves and our own talents, besides what AI is capable of doing. We must be curious about how we can adapt ourselves and our talents to this new era of working right along with machines. We must ask ourselves which of our talents are worth honing and putting the time in, for our own sense of purpose and meaning and satisfaction. We mustn’t fear AI. It’s too late for that – the wheels are already turning quickly. (as Byron Katie says, “When you argue with reality, you lose, but only 100 percent of the time.”) Perhaps the strongest among us, will hone in on and sharpen our most human qualities, traits, talents and also our flaws. These things might become the most quaint, beautiful, treasured, appreciable, distinguishable lost relics of a time period which we all might have already walked out of, with the door behind us closing more quickly than we ever expected.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Wednesday’s Whimsies

+ I just read an article about the average hourly rates for babysitters in each of the states. The range is roughly $20-$25 an hour for just one child. The rates go up with each additional child. I never wanted to be “that guy” talking about how cheap things were in “my day”, but here I go anyway: When I was a babysitter I got $2-3 an hour and the families I babysat for usually had at least three kids plus another family’s kid(s) staying over . I also had other chores tacked on to my babysitting responsibilities such as polishing silver (true story), and I survived almost having a heart attack one night, when one of the family’s elderly dogs started wheezing heavily, in an ominous way, in the other room, and I was sure that I was about to be the latest storyline for When a Stranger Calls horror films. Wah. Wah.

+ Yesterday I read an article that several studies have shown a remarkable correlation of reduction in your chance of developing dementia if you regularly play “brain speed” games. The articles mentioned a game called “Double Decision” by a company called BrainHQ that is supposed to be the best “brain speed” game out there. The game is harder than it looks. (you can try a free version online) The only thing that I did do extremely fast yesterday, was whip out my credit card to pay for a yearly subscription to BrainHQ. And now I have added yet another activity in my ever-expanding list of chores in my morning routine. I’ve noticed lately that my “morning routine” is quickly dribbling into my afternoons.

+ Here is a latest list of quotes/ideas I have jotted in one of my inspirational journals. I only add credits when I know who wrote them, so I apologize for the lack of credits for some of the quotes:

“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.” – Lauren Smallcomb

“Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.” – Alan Watts

“There’s more to life than more.” – from Superbowl commercial

“Action absorbs anxiety.”

“Sometimes deciding who you are is deciding who you will never be again.”

“The God of the mountains is the God of the valley.” (prayers for Nancy Guthrie and family)

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.