Welcome Fellow Baby Boomer – Life Great !
Waving y’all! Quick break in a VERY busy day..It IS my 51st bday..Wooooohooooo!!! Extremely humbled by the amazing amount of Bday calls, texts, emails, ecards, gifts ..Blown my hair back & as I reflect on this year past? Flew far faster than I anticipated it would..Yet as I count off the goals I accomplished this year? Almost completed all of them..Progresssive year indeed..What was most important to me? Living IN the moment; and making those I consider dear feel as special as they are to me. Nothing more special to me than time spent & enjoyed! I learn & I yearn to learn even more. Thanks to all who have added to my journey. Thanks to all who taught me lessons I’d not have learned had you not entered my world. Most of all thanks be to my God for allowing me to learn the lessons a tad bit quicker..Embarking…
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#Reinvention – The Natural Way
This Memorial Day Weekend, I’m spending time with my mom ” Miss Georgia” and the family. Couldn’t help but notice the giant monster plant has made a comeback. The plant in mom’ s living room fell off the table mysteriously in the middle of the night two years ago and was thought was gone forever (Planticide – July 18, 2010). After the fall what was left of the plant was placed in a medium sized jar of water on the family room table, later repotted and placed back in the living room. Now the plant is enormous, somewhat less menacing than before, (no scales so far) and quite glorious . That’s the thing about reinvention – sometimes it’s incremental and it often yields glorious results.
As Mother’s Day Approaches I remember one of my most important mentors, Gloria Chapmon.
I grew up on Cleveland’s East Side in a middle class neighborhood. My mom and her girlfriends would play bridge at one of the homes on Talford Street while us kids played outdoors rode our bikes, played kickball in the street, caught lightning bugs or would gather in the basement to watch “The Twilight Zone” or “Ghoulardi.” On weekends our Dads would gather at Mr Pace’s house on Talford Street to watch sports and barbecue. Often my family would join the families of Talford Street on trips to the West Side Euclid Beach Amusement Park or , Punderson State Park Lodge in the winter and the Jersey Shore in the summer.
The families central hangout on Talford Street was the home of Louis and Gloria Chapmon . I came to know the couple as Mr. Chapmon and Aunt Gloria. Later “Gloria” would become a lifelong…
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In this Information Age, there is well a lot of information. It can be tough just trying to keep up. The phrase never stop learning has never been more true. If one is to reinvent one’s self. One must participate in a lot of learning, reading , growing, social media maintenance. television watching – not to mention keeping up with the regular demands of one’s own life. It can be exhausting. That’s why meditation have to be a part of one’s routine. Breathing is the key to life.
I have a lot of friends who used to work for newspapers. For the most part these days newspapers are reportedly fledgling because of the digital information age. though some papers and magazines with more targeted perspectives are coming back . Many of my journalism friends took buyouts. Some have said they are fearful about their financial futures. They are practical, looking at the facts as they are reported. Still many have gone on to great careers. Some are writing for these digital intruders to the media sphere, others obtaining jobs as on-air personalities, yoga instructors and teaching the journalists of tomorrow.
The New York Times did a front page widely quoted story on how hard it is for people over 50 to get a new job. It takes longer, the reporter surmised , babyboomers are paid less , their prospects for employment are harder etc., etc. That was two weeks after the very same newspaper did a story on five people over 50 who lost their jobs, transformed themselves and changed the world.
Here is the story in case you haven’t read it. Boomers Who Reinvented Themselves. Just like to five people featured in the Times’ article your story is not finished. You can always write a new version of it. We are all self-publishers.