Ok, no one likes to talk or think about this, but now is exactly the time, when you don’t need to, to write or revisit your will.
AARP has a great resource in this article. Besides the 10 tips for writing a will, there are additional resources for anyone in midlife, particularly busy baby boomers and Gen x-ers.
The hardest part of writing my will seven years ago, was where would our son (then 3) go if my wife and I both died?
Wednesday, while in Philadelphia to give a keynote speech, there was a rare moment with the television on in my hotel room. A local couple were celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary. Four children, eight grandchildren and three great grandchildren.
Have you heard older people say the older you get, the faster time goes?
Does this notion have any truth for you?
I guess the big question is, “Do you ignore or embrace this truth?”
Are you ready to die? Most don’t like to think about it. Ever wonder why this is so?
Two weeks ago on a flight to Allentown, Pennsylvania, I asked the woman (70-ish) next to me about death and dying. Long story, but it was neither awkward nor inappropriate.
The woman said she was not afraid of death. She told me “her life story” but added at the end, she was afraid of two things:
Having no control over things
Becoming a burden
While visiting Family in Allentown, I asked some direct questions. The answers were fuzzy, meaning I left with no more insight than when I arrived.
“The interesting thing about greed is that although the underlying motive is to seek satisfaction, even after obtaining the object of one’s desire, one is still not satisfied, it becomes limitless or boundless and that leads to trouble. On the other hand, if one has a strong sense of contentment, it doesn’t matter whether one obtains the object or not; either way, one is still content.” — Dalai Lama
“Have you ever had a midlife crisis?”, I asked the US Airlines flight attendant yesterday as we were waiting to disembark in Orlando. We sat across from one another, face to face – me in the exit row aisle seat, her in the “jump seat”.
The middle seat next to me was empty, and in the window seat was Mark, another US Air employee. Mark and I spoke at length, and he spoke with the flight attendant across from us, but I did not. Not until that question.
With an unanticipated wisdom, she replied, “Not really. I think it’s a guy thing.”
Clarifying, I added, “I’m not talking about the stereotypical convertible sports car, younger woman thing, I mean when you journey through life and arrive at the place you worked your whole life for, and suddenly realize it’s not where you want to be?”
What she said next really surprised me, “That’s because we don’t know who we are.”