I want to preface my current blog post with a little
backstory. Normally, I tend to write
more humorous, pop culture reference filled pieces. Today, however, is going to be slightly
different. I had the pleasure of being
introduced to a blog by one of my fellow Google + collaborators, Tim Clark (http://tim-thingsastheyare.blogspot.com/). The blog is called Maddy at Home (http://www.maddyathome.com/retired/ageism-zambia/). Maddy’s latest effort focuses on ageism in
Zambia.
The story was heartbreaking.
It did inspire me to share an article I wrote which appeared in the
August edition of a wonderful UK website called, Pretty Normal Me (http://prettynormalme.com/). It is about
my experience with the aging process. I am still getting used to it!
Just because I am a woman of a “certain age” now doesn’t
mean that I am polishing the walker up! No way! If anything, I am now out to
prove that you can be hip and with it and 50. I know what Snapchat is, I know
my way around my Android phone, I test software for companies and I am fluent
in SQL. Oh, yeah and did I mention, in addition to being an AARP member, I have
purple and blue highlights in my hair? Not all of us are wearing track suits
and walking around malls. Not that there
is anything wrong with that!
Now, without further blabbing from me, here is WTF-I’m
50?! Enjoy!
So I turned 50 this February. Yeah, you heard me right. The big 5-0.
How could this have happened? I know the scientific reasons and the
biological reasons and all that other nonsense. It seems like yesterday I was
partying with friends in a crowded club while Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s Relax
blared over the speakers.
Despite what celebrities, the health gurus and the media
tell me, 50 is not the new 30. I have
not awakened to find that suddenly I have acquired great wealth, the abdominal
muscles of Ruby Rose nor the wisdom of the ages. No, I am still me. In terms of feeling
insecure and unsure of the future, well, then yes, I am exactly like a 30-year-old.
I wish I could say that your confidence level grows as you
age but I would be lying. Inwardly I am
constantly questioning myself and the decisions that I make. I look
around and I see other women in my age group.
Some of them are married, some of them are career women and some of them
appear to be satisfied with the paths that they have taken in life. If they are happy, that is wonderful! As for
me, I am trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
Recently, I left the world of corporate finance. I could no longer endure the endless
meetings, the PowerPoint presentations from hell and the backstabbing office
politics. What I really wanted to do
more than anything was write. I had
always enjoyed writing from a child on.
Of course, I did not really know if I could make a living out of it, but
I was willing to take that risk.
The thought of not having a steady income is
terrifying. It reminds me of when I was doing
theater in my 20’s and going from part time job to part time job just to have
gas money. The difference between then
and now? Then, I had parents so even
though I had to pay them rent, they would be lenient if I was a tad short. Now, if I have trouble making my rent, I will
be kissing my house goodbye and trying to live out of my Toyota hatchback with
my husband and our Boston Terrier. Just
for the record, the hatch is great for fuel economy. What the hatch is not? A home! Although the seats fold down, I would not
recommend it as a bed!
If I was going to start on this path, then I was not going
to do it half assed. I made a commitment
to write every day. I didn’t try to edit
myself, I just allowed my thoughts to come pouring out of my unfiltered
brain. Because of my background in
finance, I was able to get some articles published on call center
websites. From that point, I started
submitting my work to other publications.
After doing that, I found myself in what I like to call
“submission limbo.” I had pitched ideas
to willing publications and now I was in a holding pattern. I was waiting to see if they liked me enough
to publish me. Sometimes I would get a
pat response such as, “Thank you for your essay. If we are interested, we will be in touch.”
Other times, I would hear nothing. I
understand that most editors are extremely busy doing editorial things but I’m
an adult. Instead of stringing me along
just tell me that my work sucks and that there is no way in hell you would
publish my shit. It would hurt but in
the end I would not feel like I am doing a walk of shame after a drunken one-night
stand.
I spend most days typing away on my laptop in my living room
working on content for my blog and other writing projects. It is far from glamorous. I do not have a press agent, I do not have a
social media maven, I do not have a manager, it is just me.
I am a one-woman machine! I am certain that colleagues from my past think
that I am sitting poolside sipping margaritas and pretending to be busy. That is definitely not the case! I spend a great deal of my waking hours
conjuring up topics to write about.
Sometimes, especially at night, I find myself becoming
worried. Did I do the right thing? Was it immature of me to quit my job? What is
going to happen? Will I run out of things to say? I have always been prone to
over analyzation. I feel that if I don’t have control over most situations then
everything is going to turn into a dumpster fire. As hard as I try, my insecurities are always
just behind door number three.
Because I am 50 I feel as if I should have had this whole
hot mess sorted out. Instead, in my typical “maverick” fashion, I am going
through a mid-life crisis (of sorts!). Even though I do not have all the
answers, I can tell you that despite the uncertainty, I am excited again! I never know what is coming around the
corner, but that is an adventure. I like getting up in the morning and feeling
like I have a purpose in life. I am no
longer working for someone else and their twisted agenda, I am doing what I
want to do.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I have had a change
of perspective. No one can wave a magic
wand and have whatever is stressing them out go completely away. It is an uphill battle but one that I must
fight every day. Life is way too short
to second guess myself. It is also too
short for me to bitch and moan about the fact that I am getting older and that
the grey hair is creeping in more and more.
I am learning that I may not be the best looking, the most
talented or the smartest being on the planet but what I am is me. It took me 50 years to accept who I am. I do not know how this journey will end but
if I can impart one pearl of wisdom, do not let insecurity hold you back. Do
what makes you happy. In the end being
happy is worth more than having washboard abs, being a size two, famous or
wealthy. Embrace your imperfections and
wear them proudly. When you find that
little voice inside your head is telling you that you are not good enough just
say, “Bye, Felicia” and send that bitch packing.
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Keep on writing and submitting your work, Susan, and you will eventually strike gold. Most financially successful writers were rejected many times before their work was ever published. Hang in there! Stubborn persistence pays off.
ReplyDeleteHi Susan, what about self-publishing your writing? You can follow the beat of your own drum now. Kind regards, Ashlyn.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I started out writing. I gave myself a year to get something--anything--published. And that helped a lot, because it gave me a focus and it also meant I had to settle down and write. Which I did. Writing is hard work-as you know and it can be a cruel mistress. But knowing that I would be far more miserable not doing it (or my photography) was good to know. Good luck Susan and keep us posted on your progress. You have a lot of people rooting for you--
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