Covid has brought the world together yet it has pitted us against each other as well. As an older adult living in San Francisco, California I can attest to living in an age-conscious city. Did you know that ageism is a term from the 1960s: from age + ism?
In thinking about my life over the last decade I’ve found myself seriously reconsidering the old fashioned, uncomfortable term “change of life”. I believe that a person can change their life, sometimes subtly and gradually, and sometimes more drastically.
I got cranky at work, embarrassed about being in a meeting sweating and turning deep red. Other than abandoning turtleneck sweaters for the next ten years, what was I going to do? It wasn’t just at work, but my nights were filled with rude awakenings, bathed in sweat. I tried changing my diet and gave up spicy foods and consumed less alcohol, but nothing made much difference. This was all some time ago. Maybe there’s more that can be done now. Maybe not.
When I was 35 or so, a friend introduced an idea to me. Recently she had noticed that her turning 40 meant that men stopped looking at her and that people in general no longer paid much attention to her. I thought this was a wild generalization and it wouldn’t or couldn’t happen to me.