Just gone 54. Some days are cruisy, some days are far tougher than they should be. If there was one piece of wisdom I could impart, it would be:
Whatever you want to do, start it as soon as you can. Getting an education, saving for a house, raising a family, becoming an artist, anything. Start now.
And, I'm reluctant to say it, you have to do two things: find the thing you really want to do, really really want to do, and do it. And if it doesn't support you straight away, make sure you have a second string to your bow that will support you and your family until your passion can become your full time gig. Friend of mine, really good bassplayer, also learned to be a bricklayer. He had to do it for years, but he now lives off his music and has a recording studio. Whereas I left things late, and well...
When you get older, it gets hard. Hard. Do it now, make it easier in the long run.
Great points. I know I've gotten off-track at some points in my life.
At 56, I find I'm rediscovering the things I really loved when I was younger--and that comes down to making things with my hands. I had a great childhood, but the fondest memories are knitting & baking & gardening.
When I was in my 30s, I left the country & moved to the big city & set those things aside. Feminists were telling me that I was a throw-back, wasting my intelligence on such things. So, newly divorced & living in Manhattan, I set out to have a wonderful, exciting career.
But a few years ago, I looked at my life & realized that most of my friends were creative types: musicians, artists, chefs, photographers, actors. I was surrounding myself with people who were doing the things that I'd wanted to do when I was younger. In a lot of ways, I was living vicariously.
One day I was doing a stroll through a shopping area and stumbled across a yarn store. I went in & bought a skein of yarn, went home & knit a scarf. I hadn't picked up needles in 20 years. I'd forgotten how meditative it was. I was hooked.
Then Irene hit last summer & I watched live on Twitter as home was inundated under 8 ft of water. Friends lost their homes and farms. Roads & bridges were washed out. An entire year's work gone. The national media barely noticed.
It was one of those life crises that snaps you to attention. I reconnected with the place I love the most on the planet. I reconnected with people. I made new friends in the area. I remembered the things I love the most and, thanks to technology that wasn't there 20 years ago when I left, I'll be able to have a future there.
So, now I'm on the 5 year plan. My plans are never cast in stone--just a general direction. But in 5 years, I'll be collecting a pension, be able to telecommute from the Catskills to LA, and so I'll be able to buy a few acres, raise bunnies, spin yarn, make jams, and do for myself.
I'm ridiculously healthy for my age (knock wood) and come from a long line of long-lived people.
I hope I'm planting a tree on the day I turn 100.
I wouldn't trade this for my 20s or 30s at all. I don't even regret coming full circle late in life. It's the choices I made then, the good & the bad, that ended me up here.
And here's pretty damn good.
Oh, and I'm now up to my ears in yarn.
