Guest Blogger Lorie Sheffer: Artifacts

White House tour ticket 1976

 

I was flattered when my 13-year-old grandson asked if he might interview me for an end of school year project. He had to ask questions to someone over the age of 50. Ugh…. I apparently fit into some sort of AARP age requirement. Still, his questions were thoughtful and it soon became fun for me. Questions such as “What’s your first memory?” “What events in your childhood do you remember most and what affect do they have on your views today?” There were a few fluffier questions like “What was your favorite song?”

And then we got to meat of the project. He asked me if I had any artifacts. ARTIFACTS! In case you fellow midlife celebrants weren’t aware of it, any mementos we have hung onto from our teen years are now Smithsonian worthy. Apparently a vintage 1976 Foghat concert ticket is right up there with Tommy Dorsey or Glenn Miller memorabilia. Those puka shell chokers the guys and gals wore may as well go into the costume box for Downton Abbey. Platform shoes? Remember that infamous biker bar scene from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, when Pee Wee did the Big Shoe Dance while Tequila played on the jukebox? Yeah, that. Those photos of us before belly fat and turkey necks, the ones in which we think we look spectacular? They will be met with giggles and snorts, followed by comments like, “What’s with your HAIR?” and “Did people really WEAR that stuff?” If we’re lucky, they may be compared to the characters on That 70’s Show.

Perhaps my favorite reaction was when I answered the question “What was your first job?”  When I said that I was a lifeguard, the look of shock, followed by giggles, was followed up by phone calls to various relatives who were asked to verify the information.

My thoughts went back to a hot summer night, watching old home movies on my in-laws back porch. My kids sat wide-eyed and unbelieving when my mother in law appeared on screen clad in a bathing suit, jumping in the surf. “What are you two so surprised about? I wasn’t ALWAYS a Nana!”  My sentiments exactly, Molly.  My sentiments exactly.

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Are midlife thrivers anomalies?

LinkedIn accolade for Baby Boomer jeff noel
Baby Boomer anomalies are delightful

 

Are midlife thrivers anomalies? How do we know if we’re thriving?

What measures, what metrics?

How do we improve those measure/metrics if we have the desire to? Where do we start?

Last night calling home from the Iowa Marriott, my wife called me an anomaly.

Perhaps that is a great metric.

Work hard for that. Listen for it.

And never rest on your laurels.

Today’s quick thought about our physical health is a click away, here.

 

If we don’t change anything, nothing will change

jeff noel's linkedin profile recognition
most resumes, and social media profiles, are plain vanilla

 

If we don’t change anything, nothing will change. Wow. Profound. Is this true? Mostly.

And perhaps, insidiously tricky.

There’s a paradox here most of us are missing.

Suppose we don’t change, could this change influence others?

Refusing to change because of peer pressure, social norms, religious or political views could in fact, change everything.

Today’s quick thought about our physical health is a click away, here.

 

If you’re going through hell, keep on going

near Zion National Park
hell can be deceiving

 

If you’re going through hell, keep on going.

So easy to forget.

So important not to.

Constantly reminded how much hotter hell would be without decent (not perfect) organization in our life.

We know this.

Today’s quick thought about our physical health is a click away, here.

 

The weird thing about believing something is how we score on the toughest tests

Delta flight 38 MCO-ATL, February 11, 2013
Delta flight 38 MCO-ATL, February 11, 2013

 

The weird thing about saying we believe in something is how we score on the toughest of tests.

When our buttons get pushed do we have the wealth of attitude to react congruent with our noble beliefs?

Yesterday while boarding an (Orlando) Delta flight for the um-teenth time (like 300k miles-ish) with the trusty, company-issued roller bag, the Delta agent insisted the bag be checked.

Stunned, I mumbled, “Seriously?”

I believe we should be kind, patient, and generous with our calmness. It took everything I had. Seriously!

It was after midnight when the Iowa Marriott called to wake me up (gave the ok earlier) that the bag had finally arrived and was being sent directly to the room…

Today’s quick thought about our physical health is a click away, here.