Today, I’m finally taking a break from my writing, poking my head above ground to see what’s been happening while I’ve been hiding on the farm working. I’ve missed bopping into town to visit my friends (which I will do tonight at the Spring Artscene in Rockford Illinois to see the opening of Roni Golan at the gallery at Emmanuel), surfing Facebook, the Twitter-sphere, and of course my favorite blogs. This morning, Lynne Spreen at her Any Shiny Thing blog triggered a slew of conflicting thoughts. It was about women in the second half of life, staying on the hamster track (turning wheel) or taking it easy.
Am I retired? I guess you could say that, although I don’t think of myself that way. Yes, I’m collecting Social Security, to help pay the bills until I can sell my first book. Travel, yes. Putz in my garden, yes. Read for days on end, yes. Kick up my feet in a silent house and just muse about anything and everything, yes. But retired? Never. At 63, I’m just getting started.
Maybe, you’ll say, I’m a late bloomer. Actually, I do most things backward. The only kids I raised were two twelve-year-olds starting about ten years after I went through menopause. I didn’t settle down until I was 45. Not by choice, but by circumstance. I moved 50 times before that, but not since. I still hope I never have to move again.
I am a proud, card-carrying feminist. I believe in girl power–have since I was ten when I protected all the other girls on the playground from the taunts and harassments of the boys by kicking the offenders in the ankle with my pointy flats. I was the tallest in the class and they were terrified of me. I still sometimes terrify some men–thank god not my husband–but those who fear powerful women.
Now, a bit about women and power. Yes it’s nice to have corporate power, though I never had that. I ran a not-for-profit and several of my own one-person-dog-and-pony-show businesses. But I was never in charge of a lot of people. Well, except when I just took charge, which I have a tendency to do, because I’m a visionary and an organizer and well, I guess I just think I know what to do when everyone else seems to be hesitating.
I’m not usually quite this upfront with my pushiness, but hey, I’m leaning in. Anyway, at 63, I guess I care less about how many people like me. Don’t get me wrong. I still care. I just care a bit less.
Financial power is the piece I’m still hoping to achieve. The power to do what I want, when I want, help who I want, travel where I want. That sort of thing. That’s the power I can get down with. Freedom from at least that worry–for at least a while. I’ve learned nothing lasts forever, and sometimes not for very long. So I enjoy it while I can.
About other women and retirement, I have two things to say. First, do what feels right for you. Everyone is different. Sure we have commonalities. And it’s fun to discuss all the pros and cons. But in the end, its our decision, our choice. Follow your gut and don’t be so damn hard on yourself! (I’m talking to me as much as anyone else. That inner critic is the toughest voice to silence.) Secondly, if you only help one person with what you’re doing in the second half of life, you’ve made a difference, and probably in a way that no one else on earth could have done. So Ladies, do what feels good. Rest, play, work. If it’s the right kind of work, if feels like play anyway. Just be sure to get eight hours sleep every night (or at least most nights) and eat an apple a day. That way you’ll have lots of years to change your mind and continue the debate and squeeze it all in.
And thanks, Lynn for giving me the idea to vent on one of my favorite topics–women.
If you have a different viewpoint, or just more of the same, I’d love to hear it. Leave a comment and I’ll respond as quick as I can. I still have a few pages to finish on my YA.