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Women of Midlife...when did 55 get to be so young?

Back when the world was young, I was 50 years old! Good grief Hannah, when did the world turn around that many times? Is there anyone still blogging at my age (76)? I wonder.


As I was reading Women of Midlife today it struck me that like my doctor, everyone is barely in their teens. When did 50 become so young in my mind?

 This is what I found:

I barely remember being 50 or 55 and 70 was not particularly outstanding at all. I didn't feel the need to accomplish a whole lot so the idea of being 68 and needing to climb a big mountain didn't even occur to me. I felt I had plenty of time to do what I wanted.

But here is the interesting thing...those things that I used to feel compelled to do don't even interest me now! I don't want to learn to sail or to go on a very long hike to the top. I did want to do those thing at one time but not now...not at all. 

I love to read the post from those younger midlife women. That large group of women was formed several years ago and I joined them in the very first wave. It includes so many very interesting women. But, it seems that Midlife is getting longer and longer...we do not go away even though we outgrow the age period. If there were no mirrors in our homes, we would not know that 25 years had passed and we were no long "middle aged" anymore.

Thoughts anyone?

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  1. Although, at 62, I'm probably not "middle-aged" anymore, but I haven't found a term to use instead. Maybe that's what we need.

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    1. I think that is the point really...we are just who we are no matter our age.

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  2. I used to be a young mid-lifer. At 67 I am no longer a newbie, although inside I feel I haven't changed much.

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    1. I suppose "women of a certain age" might be the best term. We all have so much in common. Those of us that are retired are still very knowledgeable about our working life and have a lot to offer. Hanging out with us can be a very good thing.

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  3. An intriguing post. I realize I am not like most women; I am a man, 68 and suffering some caducity. Although I don't remember doing so, perhaps I chose my gender unwisely. Among friends, we boys have got all sorts of ailments but the girls --even those in their 70s-- seem fine, healthy and are still my exemplars of positive thinking. Biological variance aside, I believe your closing interrogative is especially apt: "Thoughts anyone?" So long as I do that, I may be an old man but I'm always a young thinker.

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    1. Well said George. Thinking if far more important than the second thing on our list.

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  4. I'm 75 and still blogging, and enjoying it very much. It's true that what interested me at 50 no longer holds much attraction, but I've found that as I age, all my dear friends are doing the same thing and we are still having a community that grows in interest and curiosity. That's what kind of amazes me. :-)

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    1. I don't know what I expected but my life today amazes me in so many ways. Be well DJan.

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  5. I was wondering lately if I would have to leave the group since I am technically not a "midlifer" any more...But I guess I could be if I live to the ripe old age of 120...Thank you so much for including me in your post Barbara!

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    1. I always find something to think about when I read the posts from WOM. I've not been kicked out yet so I suppose I am golden for a while longer! :)

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