It is definitely tough going, chasing a dream. Trying to catch snippets of time between work and family; children needing my attention, husband feeling neglected, work pressures. No solitude and even less energy.
I love my job, coworkers, and sense of purpose, but I do wish I had more discipline at the end of the day. I find that if I start to create instead of sink into the couch with a glass of wine (mmm, wine), I catch a second wind and am able to go just a little longer. This is when I have to plug back into that passion and dream to get a little more steam at the end of the day.
Geena Davis has always been something of an achiever. Church organist in her teens (have you ever tried to play an organ ??), exchange student to Sweden in high school which lead to a fluency in Swedish ( … ), Mensa member, actress, model, sometime writer, and semi-finalist on the US Olympics archery team. This last was in the year 2000, long after she had achieved fame, success, and multiple awards for her acting.
One of the things I love most about this long weekend of midlife is the resurgence of energy and creativity I so often see in women 40+. Geena Davis embodies that energy.
Oh honey, she is amazing. Total presence and energy on screen, she has always had an utterly unique look and feel which undoubtedly comes from her intelligence and drive. She has a passion to create and improve upon anything within her scope – which is apparently everything. It is gratifying that she uses her visibility to call attention to and work for the things she is passionate about.
Gratifying and inspiring! What will your “what’s next” be?
You know how you think you have an awesome, original ideal, only to discover that someone else got there before you and did it better? But they did it so well, you can’t even be mad about it?
Such is the case with the brilliant ladies at the Midlife Rambler and Ripped Jeans and Bifocals blogs. I mean, I totally wish I’d come up with that name, even though Jill Robbins of the RJ&B (just made that up – sorry, Jill!) somewhat regrets it. When I read Katy’s story of how the Midlife Rambler came to be, it was like discovering the made-for-TV version of my own experience — same only better. Bonus: a great list of other awesome midlife blogs, woohoo!
These are definitely the cool chicks and I wanna sit at their table
I cruise through the archives of these ladies’ blogs and see where I hope to go: fun voice, bright writing style, timely topics. I’m happy to hear they advocate finding and connecting with your tribe because they are definitely the cool chicks and I wanna sit at their table. You should go check them out!
Middle school gym class. Junior high, we called it back then. That was the first time I remember counting down the days. Even then I had this vague sense that I shouldn’t wish away the present, be here now and all that. But the siren song of “How many days until Summer?!?” was definitely too strong to resist.
I’m from the baby oil generation. SPF nuthin’. The sun-in with the blow dryer and a crazy orange QT glow. So it is with a fair amount of generous optimism that I approach “anti-aging” products. There’s really only so much anyone or anything can do here, lezbehonest. And while I’m not kidding myself that I can turn back the clock – or the calendar – there’s a definite appeal to the idea of aging with grace and looking the best you can for as long as you can. To that end, I’m starting a flirtation with a DIY transformation situation.
The great thing about a dream is the amount of passion it can generate and the things you can accomplish with that passion. It’s a feeling like falling in love, but this time with your life, which is a pretty awesome kind of love.
I was in my twenties the first time I asked that question. Now granted, I was wearing a white pleather mini skirt and a screaming neon green cold shoulder crop top with equally bright highlighter orange bangles and ankle socks. I should have been questioning my taste, not the calendar. (Or even the fact that I was wearing this get up to work…) But I remember that the girlfriends I asked sort of paused and looked concerned, And embarrassed.
Swinging on a hammock with my teenager one evening in early autumn, we began brainstorming blog title ideas. I started describing various environments and asking her advice and input on how to translate that visually.
I described for her the environment and feel that the blog seemed to be sending my way: that of a long weekend. A nice break, longer than the usual weekend, but not as drawn out as a full vacation. Not as much pressure to be momentous, but with the opportunity for spontaneous fun and adventure. I told her I was drawn to the name “The Long Weekend”, but that it was sometimes used to describe the period between the two World Wars, at least in England.
Something offered, or given from one person or entity to another, hopefully free of strings and expectations. A gift can be a favorable attribute or skill; the gift of gab, gifted and talented, gifted artist or musician. At certain times of the year, we turn our collective thoughts to gift-giving and buying. And even though it is a purely artificial construct, it’s nice to have a sanctioned nudge to focus our attentions on someone dear to us.
OK, we seriously need to talk. This conversation has been rolling around in my head for the longest time and I just have to stop for a second and tell you this: Do you realize how awesome you are? No. I can tell that you don’t by the way you just rolled your eyes and the automatic litany of “flaws” you rattled off in your head.