I have been called the Mistress of Reinvention, a Maven of Transformation, and the Queen of Change to mention just a few of the identities that defined and shaped my life.
Part of my evolution and development has been candidly shared in the book “Who Am I Now? – Feminine Wisdom, Unmasked, Uncensored”.
The story reveals how I became aware of my own identity crisis and the realization that change not only was a constant but, in fact, it was a catalyst for an extraordinary life.
Recently, I was asked to explain how I appear to embrace change so courageously and how I navigate the transformation process.
If you have peered into my life through the book, or you know me personally, you know I have experienced more changes than most and not all changes were my choice.
It will also be evident I have pursued change and faced change with optimism, even during the times I was terrified and completely uncertain what was around the next corner.
The ultimate catalyst to embrace...
The milestone age of 65 conjured up a lot of negative paradigms and more than few fears for me. I experienced several more bouts of Who Am I Now and identity crisis syndrome.
However, I am delighted to report that I did survive 65 and in fact, I thrived!
(And just to make this past year more memorable, a global pandemic blanketed six of my twelve months.)
When I was younger, the number 65 was held up as the peak of an adult life and pretty much everything after that was the downslope of meaningful contribution to society and family.
I came from the generation programmed to think grandmothers were handy babysitters and hosts of Sunday dinners. They deserved respect but were not expected to create anything new or significant.
Rearview speaking, senior citizens and retirees were viewed as expensive liabilities in society and gatekeepers of inheritances.
I am so glad that I have outgrown that limited thinking! Finally, I am mature enough to know the truth!
65 is an exciting new...
50 is Nifty – maybe - but that's not how I would describe my fifth decade.
I celebrated my 50th birthday in 2004.
The vibe was different then. We were riding high on the wave of a new millennium. We survived Y2K!
I threw a spectacularly fun New Year’s Eve party on December 31, 1999, my home bulging with friends, as we tipsily awaited the turn of midnight to see if our technology-based world would short circuit!
You know what happened, of course. All the hype about universal computer melt down deflated like my party balloons the next morning.
Enter the 2000s and we seemed to be on an energetic high! It felt like most of the world was making and spending money, more than ever before.
My company was growing at a rapid pace and I was running to keep up as its leader.
My 5th decade was witness to one more divorce and another marriage. Joyfully, this decade also allowed me to blend three families and extend the privilege of my matriarchal domain over multiple...