Anna Quindlen is 59 years old, and she thinks the same way I do, so today, I’m going to borrow from her new book to make my own points about age:
It’s odd when I think of the arc of my life, from child to young woman to aging adult. First I was who I was. Then I didn’t know who I was. Then I invented someone and became her. Then I began to like what I’d invented. And finally I was what I was again.
Dr. Christiane Northrup says that after menopause, we’re more like we were at eleven years old. That little gal had dreams, and wasn’t embarrassed that she was smart. Anna Quindlen gets it. She’s accessing her inner eleven-year-old, and she’s digging it. Here’s more, and these quotes are all from her new book, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake.
I wouldn’t be twenty-five again on a bet, or even forty. And when I say this to a group of women at lunch, everyone around the table nods. Many of us find ourselves exhilarated, galvanized, at the very least older and wiser.
(at this age)…we’re unlearning so many lessons, about how we should live, be, work, feel. We hold our fingers up to the prevailing winds of custom and behavior and think, nope, that’s an ill wind. It’s not that we question authority, it’s that we question who gets to be an authority in the first place….For me, one of the greatest glories of growing older is the willingness to ask why and, getting no good answer, deciding to follow my own inclinations and desires. Asking why is the way to wisdom. Why are we supposed to want possessions we don’t need and work that seems besides the point and tight shoes and a fake tan? Why are we supposed to think new is better than old, youth and vigor better than long life and experience? Why are we supposed to turn our backs on those who have preceded us and to snipe at those who come after?
Oh, Anna. Thank you.
BTW, if you got a bad link to last week’s post, I apologize! I was trying to multitask, and I accidentally hit “publish” when I meant “save draft”. The subject of the post was making our own powerful milestones and expectations for the second half of our life, and I think you’ll enjoy it. Here’s the link, and again, sorry for the confusion.