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Mental-pausing

Posted on September 28, 2007. Filed under: Of Mind and Matter | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

They say that estrogen has an effect upon brain functioning and the lack thereof makes for some pretty astounding memory lapses. I don’t know about you, but I have had my share of searching the house for my reading glasses only to find them resting peacefully on top of my head, seeking endlessly for my car in the shopping mall parking lot, or forgetting where I left my ever essential date-book.

I seem to “lose it” the most when I’m performing routine activities and just drift off into my own personal inner space. (I’m not certain where this is, but I can assure you it’s well endowed with its share of black holes!) I can’t seem to remember whether or not I’ve already put conditioner on my hair, added salt to the soup, or thought to unplug my curling iron. Also, I’m forgetting names (embarrassing), losing words (equally embarrassing), and finding that I’ve been repeating myself a lot lately. And sometimes I tell the same thing over and over and repeat myself!

These temporary slips are bad enough but I’ve recently committed a couple of mega-blunders. More than a few times, I’ve left the house and driven to meetings or class without benefit of my purse. Consequently, I was without my driver’s license, my reading glasses, or any means of payment should I find myself in dire need of purchasing something. I’ve given workshops where I blanked on parts two and three of my six-part agenda and needed to call an early break to gather my thoughts. But, perhaps the time that bothered me the most was when I carried a load of towels into the other room to start the wash. As I opened the appliance door, I realized with a shock that I was about to load the dirty laundry into the dishwasher!

There are, nevertheless, some positive aspects to all of my forgetfulness. Many of you have heard me say this before (did I mention, I tend to repeat myself?) but I think my mental-pausing has served to increase my naturally optimistic outlook on life. Who can be regretful or sad when every day is a fresh start? How can one dwell on depressing events when her mind is consistently a clean slate? Who can worry about the past when she can barely recall beyond breakfast? So, I guess that, thanks to mental-pausing, my brain is becoming a blissful “little shop of errors” and it works for me!

Let us know your favorite lapses, gaffes, slips, and blunders. Sharing and laughter are the very best antidotes to any concerns over “brain-freezes” or “senior moments.” So, ladies, let’s have a few chuckles and a little fun with our midlife mind hiccups!

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My Own Civil War

Posted on September 25, 2007. Filed under: Of Mind and Matter | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall—See it Slide, Watch it Fall…

Yes, ladies, we all have to accept the inevitable sometime. There are many wondrous, varied, and uplifting aspects to being a “woman of a certain age.” But, there are also a few itsy, bitsy, teeny, tiny downers.

In my own case, many of these less than fun features have to do with the dropping and widening of the fleshier parts of my body. That great grounding force, gravity, has been tugging a bit hard as of late and much of me appears to be traveling south with a vengeance.

What amazes me most, however, is that I appear to be heading in two directions at the same time. Despite the drop to my bottom, boobs, jowls, and eyelids, there’s a brand new roll of flesh just north of my waistline. I seem to be fighting both the north and the south simultaneously and mounting my body’s own civil war!

If you are experiencing similar rites of passage, I’m sure you can relate. Nevertheless, let us not descend into despair or wallow in self-pity just because we’re sporting a roll or two. We boomers are now the Grand Dames of the land and are redefining every aspect of aging. And, it’s certainly high time we let the world know it.

Here are some numbers to prove the point: women control 85% of the spending in the U.S. and 75% of this country’s wealth lies in the hands of those of us over fifty. We ladies, therefore, have both the means and the wherewithal to make our voices heard and demand that the government, job market, media, and arbiters of style begin paying attention to the more mature woman.

Let’s start making our wishes known loudly and clearly. After all, we never were a generation for compliantly accepting the status quo and visibility, most assuredly, is a boomer’s birthright. In fact, I like to say that we are like the “elephant in the room.” We may be grey and a bit wrinkled but, without a doubt, we gals represent a power of immense and mighty proportions.

So, let’s celebrate our sags and bags and give them the honor they are due. These are the irrefutable signs that we belong to a cohort of truly remarkable women with a formidable past, a bright future, and who will continue to change the world. Then, dear sisters, with our oft cited boomer bravado and penchant for generational hubris, let’s go out and do just that!

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