“At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don’t care what they think of us. At age 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all.”Ann Landers
This his my 5th Blogging A-Z. After each year I’ve said, never again. But here I am and this time I’m going to theme my posts around age, agism and in fact all things age. I’m soon to begin my 60th year and so it feels appropriate. The posts will be about some of the challenges, but also about the positive aspects of getting older. Some will be about sex and relationships, others on more broad topics. I also plan to share some of the work of fellow, slightly older writers and bloggers.
One minute you are 20 and then suddenly nearly 60
There is no doubt that as we age the hours and the days seem to spin more quickly. I definitely feel that the past 7 years spent in the company of Master have gone more quickly than the previous 7. Or maybe it is that we have been busy (well before last year). Filling our lives with things other than work, children and regular home stuff.
I’ve also had the best sex of my life since I’ve been 50. Better than I could have imagined possible. It’s funny because when I was 20 I never even imagined 60 year olds had sex. As the quote above suggests, I was worried about doing it right and now I know that very few people are bothered with what I get up to. I have no doubt I’m doing it right now and that all along I worried about the wrong things.
Dealing with older age
Not that long ago my mum told me that the dress I was wearing was too short. No doubt that’s the kind of thing people told her when she was in her 50’s. Not that she listened to them any more than I listened to her. Having said that I do like to dress according to a situation and that means dressing up as well as down. I’m not as good in heels as I was, they make my feet hurt. Of course they always did but I’m now more a fan of comfort over style.
Equally people can wear their hair as they wish, I happen to have discovered that mine suits me better short. Plus Master likes it that way. I am still dying it, mainly because the spread of grey is uneven. But I apply a lighter colour because it matched my eyebrows better. I’m now almost blond at times and we all know that blonds have more fun!
Dealing with ageism
I’m lucky in that I work in a profession where those over 50 outnumber those under. This means there is still work on offer, because the experience is like me, older. But it is also a bad thing because at some point soon the health service will lose a lot of their workforce.
In other industries though you are considered old at 50 or even 40. Especially if you no longer want the pressure that successive promotions have brought. Master found this in his career and took early retirement as a consequence. Fellow bloggers have written about rejections based on their age. Apparently a 40 year old can’t appeal to 20 somethings but no doubt a 30 year old is ok to write about getting old. Molly wrote this post a couple of years ago about this very issue.
I’ll be returning to all these topics over the course of the month.