The December 27 post written by Pam, talked about her reaction to the “at your age” comment made by her doctor aged 36. Her observation basically is that “at your age” is a comment made to seniors that fall into the “over the hill.” group. As she said, there is a new paradigm for today’s seniors.
How to say Senior Citizens in a nice way.
Years ago, my company created a Celebration Club 55 group of customers who merited special products, special presentations and special pricing. While deciding on the group’s name intended for those 55 plus, various names like “Gold Group”, Silver Rewards, and, heaven forbid, “Senior Citizens” were all tossed out as too negative and offensive.
Last week I decided to give up New Year’s resolutions in favor of a New Year’s REVOLUTION – a new and positive way of looking at aging. Part Two of this revolution is the decision to live the rest of my life in an authentic way. I want my life on the outside to reflect the person I am on the inside.
Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult, considering that I’ve been this person for a long time now. I should have it down. I should be perfectly authentic. But, the fact is, like a lot of women my age, (and men, too) it’s not so easy to find that person. I’ve been busy, and I’m sure you have too, being the good wife, the good mother, the good employee, the good friend, the good committee member, etc., etc. You get the picture. Sometimes the real “us” gets lost in the roles we fulfill.
When I had my last physical, I was given a test for Alzheimer’s. It’s the first time I’ve been asked to take the test. I had to draw a clock face and remember some words.
When I asked my doctor about it – after he gave me my usual hug and told me I looked tired – he said, “Well, at your age . . .” Sitting in that tiny examining room, I was gobsmacked. “Oh, my gosh! I’ve reached that age!”
How old is “at your age?”
You know the one I mean. It’s the age where we’ve finally begun the steady decline from active and valuable adult into the stereotypical inactive and worthless old person. At first I was terrified, and then I was furious!
Stress isn’t all bad. Being mildly stressed can actually help us perform better in a committee presentation or on the tennis court. It gives us a little edge, and it’s been around forever. It’s the thing that helped our ancestors outrun the saber-toothed tiger, and though the tiger is long gone, the stress of modern life – even in retirement – can rob us of the joy we seek at this time in our lives.
It’s living with chronic stress – that constant bombardment of worry and anxiety – that’s the real problem. You know that tight feeling you get in the middle of your chest or the pit of your stomach? Your heart pounds; your hands get sweaty; and you wake up worrying in the middle of the night. Eventually, it can lead to health problems by making our hearts work harder and harming our immune systems. That means that stress management should be a priority for all of us.
The good news is that there’s plenty we can do to control the stress in our lives. All we need is a plan! In the next few blog posts we’ll be talking about taking steps to conquer stress in our lives. Let’s get started right away.
Three easy steps to getting started with stress management:
So tonight I attended another Happy 70th Birthday party for a male friend in our retirement neighborhood. Five days before Christmas 2016 and someone else is joining my exclusive club which requires 70+ years. The club of positive aging.
When you live in a 55+ community of retired active adults, everyone is young. Young at heart, young in perspective, young in activity levels. We are surrounded by retirees a little older, a little younger or the same chronological age.
Most of these 50+ party attendees are on competitive tennis teams in our area. The rest are involved in golf, bicycling, computer classes, choir, swimming, boccie and a myriad of other activities. The point is, this party was to celebrate aging happily; with camaraderie, laughter with friends, good food and drinks.
Inevitable aging doesn’t have to be a sad or lonely decline.