So what’s the good news? My seventies has presented me with a collection of women friends who have enriched my life beyond anything I can describe. I’ve always had great women friends, some for forty years, but distance, family and jobs kept our time together very limited. Since moving to southern
years ago, little by little the most amazing women have shown up in my life.
It’s a gift that I cherish. More than that, it’s a gift I need. Arizona
These women are unique in their own right but they are alike in some important ways. They are all extraordinarily intelligent, artistic in many different ways, interested and curious about the world. They love to laugh, sometimes at themselves, which is a great uniter among friends. And each has such a core of kindness and compassion that those who know them feel valued and affirmed. I love that we encourage each other’s wishes and dreams and fearlessly speak truth to each other.
I should mention that we are all in the same neighborhood age-wise. That means we are all, more or less, in the same stage of life and have experienced some physical and emotional wear and tear. (That would make us all laugh and someone would say “You got that right!”) While none of us has escaped challenges and disappointments, to be sure, we care deeply about important issues in our community and the world and still have much to offer the causes we care about. And opinions. Oh Lord, lots of opinions! We just want to contribute on our own terms. We’ve earned that right!
We’re mostly all married, or have been, some more than once, and clearly those are the central relationships in our lives. But we seem to share this female bonding desire which fills a need outside of marriage. When I spend time with these women, I feel heard and understood at a different level. It feeds me. It makes me feel significant in ways that the dismissive “senior citizen” label (like all labels) tends to undermine. When we spend time together, over a glass (or a bottle) of wine, I feel my strongest self come forth.
I know that older women can become invisible if they are not connected to an enthusiastic cluster of friends and a couple of important causes they care about. My friends and I would never allow any of us to become invisible. Even though magazine articles and TV programs bear such titles as “How To Be Fabulous after 50”, they don’t mean this long after 50. It is clear that I am now in nobody’s target marketing group except for pharmaceuticals and insurance to cover “final expenses.” We’re pretty much on our own to discover ways to still be fabulous, and we are long past caring about fashion trends. Comfy is the word that comes to mind!
It’s not the easiest time of life. Everything seems harder, whether it’s opening a jar or realizing that if it weren’t for doctor appointments you’d have no social life. Still, I think I can handle it ...with a little help from my friends.