As I get closer to 60 it is great to know that life still gets better! My guest writer this week is Molly Stevens, from Shallow Reflections. I met Molly through a blogging group and just love her approach to life.
Her writing is humorous, entertaining and always brings a smile or makes me laugh. We need more writers like this – someone who makes you smile and laugh at life and gives you a lift on a ‘down’ day.
Molly has a fabulous and motivating outlook for those who are approaching 60 or have passed this wonderful milestone. I know you will enjoy reading her work and encourage you to follow her through her website and social media (details are listed at the end of her post).
In her post, Molly writes how she found her passion through writing and how it is never too late to discover your passion in life.
I feel hypocritical writing a guest post for a blog entitled, “Sizzling Toward 60.” I just attended my 45th high school reunion last month, and even though I am the ‘baby’ of my class, if you do the math you will know I have ‘fizzled past 60.’
But does being over 60 inevitable involve a fizzling action? I’m living proof that indeed it does not.Does being over 60 inevitably involve a fizzling action? I’m living proof that indeed it does not.Click To Tweet
I have spent the last 37 years practicing as a registered nurse. It has been an interesting and practical profession, providing me with steady employment.
But as the years passed and I found myself with an empty nest, I discovered a passion that has become my calling.
I have loved words and reading since I explored my first ‘Fun with Dick and Jane’ book in elementary school. As a child, I cherished time in my room absorbed in a page-turner, resistant to my mother’s admonishments to get outside to experience fresh air and sunshine.
A few years ago, I started writing Facebook posts about mundane experiences interjecting a twist of humor. Some might even say ‘twisted humor’ but the more people responded positively to my posts, the more I felt compelled to give them something to laugh about in a world full of problems and tragedy.
Friends and family urged me to start a blog but I had self-doubts. Through my apprehension, however, an inner voice insisted, “Start a blog. You can do it.”
I knew I would focus on humor but one of my biggest obstacles in getting started was choosing a name for my blog.
My husband and I have always had a running joke between us that it was our shallowness that brought us together. In the past, my daughter-in-law wrote a wonderful blog called ‘Optimistic Reflections.’ Suddenly on a boring car trip, the name was born: Shallow Reflections.
Most of my essays are humorous with an occasional heartbreaker, e.g after our dog died last December. I’ve met a lot of other writers online by joining and participating in Facebook groups. I attended the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop in Dayton, Ohio in 2016, and met many of my online friends in person, while meeting new ones.
I submitted an essay to the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Competition and it made the final round. It was called: Deep cleaning, is that even a thing?
My message to you dear reader is to face the decade of your 60’s with hope and excitement. If you haven’t found your calling, don’t be discouraged. Think about what you wanted when you graduated from high school so many years ago. What did you love to do? What things did you long to try? The great thing about being in our stage of life is no one expects much from us, and if we fail, no one is paying attention anyway.
Unless of course, you happen to share exciting news with your son, and he reminds you that you told him that story last week. And you argue with him saying you didn’t. And he begins to fill in details that he would only know if he was either a psychic or you were indeed repeating yourself. And during the pause that ensues from this sobering realization he begins to ask you silly questions like, “Do you know where you are? Do you know what year it is?” while he does a google search for ‘local nursing homes with dementia units.’
In this case, your every move is scrutinized.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, what is your calling? Are you excited about exploring new interests? What would you like to pursue that you always dreamed about doing?
Molly Stevens arrived late to the writing desk, but is forever grateful her second act took this direction instead of adult tricycle racing or hoarding cats. She was raised on a potato farm in northern Maine, where she wore a snowsuit over both her Halloween costume and her Easter dress.
She blogs at http://www.shallowreflections.com where she skims over important topics, like her love affair with white potatoes and why she saves user manuals. No one knows for sure if her ideas result from eating too many carbs, or childhood exposure to herbicides in the well water.
She has ‘practiced’ professional nursing for *mumble,mumble* years, and someday hopes to be competent or retired, whichever comes first. Her husband, is watching for early signs of dementia, and will have her put in a home when she shows an enthusiasm for camping.
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