Baby Boomers march to their own drumbeats!

Baby Boomers – let’s say you are retired, or semi-retired, or working only because you’ve decided it’s what you want to do instead what you need to do, then comes the question. What are you going to do now? You have forty freed-up hours a week. Following the decompression that comes from leaving a work week filled by others, you might wonder how you will arrange this next phase of your life.

Bany Boomers have always marched to their own beat!
Baby Boomers march to their own drumbeat!

In today’s rapid paced life most opportunities, not directly related to “your career,” are labelled as “back burner.” Sometimes, the back burner never gets revisited, while the front burner gets “burned out.” Now you have the time for all the burners. Continue reading Baby Boomers march to their own drumbeats!

About the writers

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Pam Mangene and Dixie Shaw are two friends who met over forty years ago.  Our paths crossed on our way to a newcomer function in Dallas, Texas in the early 1970s when our children were toddlers.  Now, their children are in high school.

Though we’ve lived on opposite ends of  our nation and our world, we’ve always managed to visit each other, travel together and keep close track of our children, grandchildren and husbands.  We’ve collaborated about many opportunities over the years as our separate careers took us down different paths and now have established a place to share observations on those various stages of life.

More information is available about our backgrounds on later pages but for now, let’s get started.  We would love to hear from you and about your Richly Aged years.

Pam and Dixie

Why this Blog??

Okay.  Why this blog?  The heart and subject of the blog is inevitable aging.  The serendipitous gift of the blog is choice.  So what do we have?  Aging and choice.

Aging, noun, 1) the process of growing old.  2) Adjective, of a thing reaching the end of useful life. Obsolescent.

That doesn’t sound like a lot of happiness, does it!

Choice, noun, 1) an act of choosing or deciding between two or more possibilities.  The power over deciding the outcome.

Now we’re talking.

What are your impressions of aging?  When I was in my twenties and thirties, I thought the milestone sixty was definitely “elderly.”  Now at seventy two, when a novel refers to an elderly woman of sixty, I’m amazed and a little miffed.  Currently I live in an “active adult” community with separate homes, filled with separate singles or  couples, with separate interests and separate histories with one singular restriction.  They must be adults over 55.

Within this community there are groups interested in golf, horseshoes, shuffleboard, bocce ball, tennis, swimming, bike rides, ceramics, art, theater, chorus, dancing, reading, working out, walking, yoga, tai chi, shopping, cards, parties, luncheons, charities, computer, movies, veterans, cooking, and the list goes on. They all have a choice in what they would like to do or even if they want to live here.

Our ages range from 55 to 100+.  We have folks who are grumpy, cheery, funny, irritated, sad, vibrant and helpful.  Having said that, there isn’t anyone in the community who hasn’t had illness, injury, or loss touch our lives.  It’s the inevitable part.  The one gift we have in common is choice.  The choice is how to deal with our circumstances.  To choose to stay positive about whatever phase or place we find ourselves. A choice about how we age?  That works!

Come along with us as we discuss Richly Aged…and loving life!

Dixie