Thriving in the key of midlife

Walt Disney World 2014 tee shirt
Walt Disney World has been our hometown for three decades.

 

Thriving in the key of midlife is challenging if not downright difficult.

So much fear of the unknown creeps in.

Playing it safe suffocates our dreams.

Boomers are thinking about retiring at 55, 60, or 65.

In other words, in a few months, or not for another five or ten years.

There’s a big difference in what’s at risk, and what’s to be gained.

Early retirement sacrifices pension potential and increases health care costs.

Later retirement sacrifices healthy and precious ‘now’ time to do things we may not get to do years from now.

The case for doing either one is strong.

This makes it difficult.

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It is so easy to back down from living in the now and pushing forward

Back porch view of North Carolina Mountains

 

A bunch of 55 year old college buddies

 

(photo: Labor Day weekend 2014… a bunch of 55-years olds gathered at a Buddy’s North Carolina Mountain cabin… contemplating life, work, grandkids, retirement, etc)

It is so easy to back down from living in the now and pushing forward with our big (or simply enjoyable) dreams.

When the tough decisions have to be made to continue forward in the direction of something uncharted, we are tempted to wait.

If the decisions were easy, we wouldn’t need, or want, more time to decide.

And waiting becomes a (bad) habit.

Today is yesterday’s tomorrow.

Should we retire this year, at 55,  and go full on with our retirement plans, or should we wait until 60 or 65?

See what I mean?

What would you do?

Retire in 2014 (55), 2021 (62) or 2024 (65)?

The longer you postpone retirement, the bigger the pension.

The sooner you launch your dream, the longer you get to work on it.

None of us had a definitive answer.

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Do you remember one of the most exciting times of your youth?

Disney trading pins
Catch the two words at the top? (authentic, original – talk about timing from a random photo)

 

Do you remember one of the most exciting times of your youth? The anticipation of something that you knew would be mind-blowing, challenging, and spectacular?

Do those feelings ever return for an encore?

Praying it is so for you.

Yesterday made the first official call to learn about more structured planning for the future. Our attitude is what determines whether we think 10 years out is too soon to start planning.

Hoping incredible youthful feelings return for an encore.

It’s our responsibility.

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Guest blogger Lorie Sheffer: Nuts

Black walnut husk

 

(photo Lorie Sheffer: Black Walnut husk)

Now that my own two kids are adults, my grandson is in high school (YIKES!) and my father’s health has greatly improved, I finally have time to do what I want. This has not been an option for me since I was 19 years old. Judging from conversations with my friends, this search for adventure is not an uncommon occurrence when we hit midlife.

One of my most recent interests happened by accident while walking the dog. About a month ago I started to slide on walnuts that were starting to drop from the trees. They fall in their husks, and look a bit like greenish ping-pong or if you’re lucky, tennis balls. The husk needs to be removed and the nut cleaned and dried for a period of time to cure the nut inside. Black walnuts are tough nuts to crack; no pun intended, they would break a regular nutcracker. These devils have to be placed on concrete or a rock and pounded with a hammer, or cracked in a vice. But oh, are they worth the effort.

My original intent was to collect enough, approximately a cup and a half of shelled nuts, to bake one of my grandma’s black walnut cakes for Thanksgiving dessert. Presently, I have a milk crate waiting to be hulled and several mesh sacks hanging in the garage to cure. What can I say? Word got out and now people are expecting them from me, the only person brave (gullible?) enough to very literally get their hands dirty. As in stained for weeks on end. What I wonder is why the squirrels who compete with me in my harvest don’t have broken teeth and horribly stained fur.

The bottom line is this: When we have careers to focus on and kids to raise and parents to care for and chores to do and there seems to be no light at the end of the To-Do tunnel, we may find it a bargain to pay $13.00 a pound for these little treats, IF we can find them. When our days are our own, we STILL may rather pay for something that we can get for free, considering the effort involved. All I can say is, there is something relaxing and satisfying and somehow restorative about getting in touch with nature.

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What if yesterday wasn’t just another ordinary day?

Orlando Gaylord Palms and Orlando Based Speaker jeff noel
Coincidently drove past the March 2015 venue and sent this pic to the Event planner (just for fun)

 

My one regret in life is that I am not someone else. – unknown

Like that’s ever gonna happen.

Did something remarkable happen to you yesterday?

Odds are it was just another day.

Right?

But here’s the thing we all know.

We reap what we sow.

But even in knowing this, we still sow conservatively. Often too conservatively.

Sure do hope these blogs help you rethink that.

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