Last month I moved into “middle age” (55). Or is that 40 — 30 — 20? Who knows what middle age really is? Doesn’t it depend on the total length of your life? And who knows what age it is while we’re living it?
I owned and operated several businesses from age 21 – 52. The reactions and questions were not gender or age-blind. Now that I’m an official “senior citizen”, I have a bit more stigma with my age and experience in the workplace.
I survived the standard social pressures of youth, but decided to make the most of my time to study and pursue a subsequent career by working days/evenings/weekends — my choice. My dominant career mother and nurturing career father encouraged me. They provided what was necessary for me to learn the skills for my own career. I had persistence. I practiced. I persevered.
At 55, I am about to embark on a new career. Some folks lose jobs due to “downsizing”, “economy”, death of an owner, environmental disasters. I’m starting over, not by choice, but by control and conduct perpetrated by one person and an antiquated legal system.
As a woman with incredible drive, I have more knowledge, stamina, experience than most youth. I’m anticipating my new career to be an extension of life experiences from many years developing concepts through creativity and consistent character.
Senior citizen means I’m at the top of my “game” without having to jump through hoops to get results. Well, that’s what I’m counting on from this month on.
“Becoming a senior citizen should not be a time for sulking or melancholia. You are a survivor otherwise you wouldn’t be celebrating today. Survivors have lots of things to do and full lives in front of them yet. So take a weekend, a day or a few hours and just reflect on the good things that have filled your life to date and then start planning to enjoy tomorrow with joy and gratitude for the chance to be the best senior citizen ever” (source: My Thinking)