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Someone once said we discover who we really are as we age. I used to wonder if that was true. And yet as the years have crept by, some personality traits seem not only hardwired, but (God forbid) more pronounced. Here are seven ways I’ve gotten worse—or better—in my sixties. Can you relate?

More introverted – As a young adult, I could party with the best of them, stay up late, drink, and debate politics endlessly. But there was always a part of me that needed to balance this with quiet, alone time. Then I got older and that balance shifted. Yes, I still love and need dinner with family and friends, but I also crave alone time more than ever, with space to read, write, daydream…and always with a small lap dog at hand.

More fragile – I used to skedaddle down stairs like nothing when younger, barely paying attention to the steps underneath. My body was a strong, reliable vehicle doing my bidding without fuss or bother. But these days are different. Going downstairs, I hold tight to that railing, taking more careful steps. I watch where I walk outside, more vigilant of dips in the pavement or slippery spots. I see how precious and delicate this vehicle of mine has become, and alas, how breakable.

More confident– There’s nothing like time and experience to give us courage. I used to be confident in the business world, but quick to bow to the “grown-ups” in the room. Now, although out of that realm, I’m proud to be one of those “grown-ups.” There’s an assurance that comes with age, a steeliness that comes from the ups and downs of life, the tests and hardships none of us escape. I once asked my elderly father what he feared. He thought about this and then shrugged. “Nothing,” he said. I believed him.

More compassionate – I was kind when young, but often too busy to notice those in need. Then I got older and life slowed down. I started seeing the more vulnerable among us. Walking in New York City this past summer, the homeless seemed more present than ever. Before I would’ve walked past, intent on getting where I was going, but now I found myself reading their signs of “Please Help!” or “Need Money for Food” with great sadness. Sometimes I put cash in their cups. They’re somebody’s son or daughter I tell myself, something that never would’ve occurred to me in my twenties.

More silly – My mom and I drove to Massachusetts recently and ended up getting hopelessly lost. Years ago, I would’ve grown angry, blaming myself – not to mention the faulty GPS that kept routing us to every slow back road it could find. Except this time, the absurdity got my mom and I chuckling. At one point we had to pull over to the side of the road, we were laughing so hard. I could almost picture my younger self sitting in that car, rolling her eyes at our frivolity.

More awed by nature – While my eyesight has grown worse, I see the beauty of the natural world with more clarity – birds at the feeder, ladybugs, snow falling on fir trees, the sky, the ocean, ducks quacking on our brook. I used to feel that I had to go to some famous museum or faraway city to see amazing wonders. Now I realize many are in my own backyard. The other day I watched in amazement at the reds and golds of a winter sunset, more beautiful than anything found in a museum.

More in love with ordinary days – When young, I envisioned having an “important life” filled with exotic travel and great achievement. I always was looking for those peak moments – graduations, weddings, promotions, things to validate that I’d arrived. But I’ve grown older and realize what I really love are ordinary times, the small things. I take nothing for granted anymore — from my first sip of morning coffee to snuggling in a warm, soft bed each night. I see how much they give comfort in this turbulent world.

And yes, there are now more days behind than in front. That thought is daunting. But strangely, even that’s a gift. Life becomes more precious.

We do change as we get older – but we also become more of what we were to begin with.

It’s something to ponder as I hold fast to that railing.

 

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Comments(52)

  1. Yes, more of what we always wanted and strived for, and also less of the unnecessary baggage we lugged around for too many years.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 1 year ago

      Pennie, So very true.

  2. When the world seems to be regarding us of a ‘certain age’ as less, I do feel like I’m MORE!!!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 2 years ago

      Diane, The world does look ‘younger’ these days, but thankfully, I still feel young inside.

    • Maritza

    • 3 years ago

    Loved this content, you are on point!!!!! Getting older is something we need to look forward to, not be threatened or afraid of. Thank you for inspiring me. Going through the motions of getting older is overwhelming.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Maritza, I think getting older is overwhelming all around. It’s a funny mixed bag of excitement over the future, but also anxiety thrown in too.

  3. I’d like to add, “More resilient.” There are things in the past that seemed insurmountably sad. Losses that would devastate me. Yup, I got over it. I’ll probably get over just about anything.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Adela, Yes, we’ve had to climb back on that horse many times after being thrown. Good for you. You sound like a strong woman.

  4. I love this, Laurie!
    We ARE getting better!
    I keep remembering the hair colour ad from the seventies…

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Diane, I love how they show women in their early twenties as examples of aging gracefully! Still, I agree, we are getting better with age

  5. I have never enjoyed life more than now — in my mid-70s. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I resonated with half of these. I am busier than at any other time in my life. Maybe I work harder to make up for any lost time? I am consumed with either writing blog posts, creating YouTube videos, writing health-related articles, analyzing health questionnaires for clients, writing newsletters, interviewing one guest a week for my podcast, bookkeeping for our brick and mortar businesses, or teaching on the internet. And it feels like this is only the beginning.

    The ‘busyness’ is wonderful but I also appreciate life more. After 40 years of trauma that seemed insurmountable, I feel like I am really ‘living’ for the first time.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 3 years ago

      Carol, It sounds like you’ve been through a lot. I’m glad you’ve found happiness. I agree, life seems to get more enjoyable as we get older.

  6. Often we do become “more:” as we age. As we get older we learn to trust our ow opinions and decisions it helps us to cement who we are.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Janeane, Yes, there’s definitely a confidence that comes from living more decades than almost everyone else!

  7. Beautiful post. You remind me of the days gone by, of the day left. Each new one is a gift. I plan to smile and enjoy them, Beth

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Beth, Thanks so much! That’s one of the perks of getting older for me. Each day is a gift, some easier than others.

  8. I agree. I know that as I age I actually worry less. I am definitely more introverted than I used to be.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Rena, I wish I could say I worried less. I’ve always been a big ruminator and alas, that hasn’t changed with age.

  9. I think I finally grew into myself.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Yes, and learned to understand ourselves better.

  10. Yes! we do become more. and more!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Carol, So true!

  11. Odd, isn’t it, that the more our eyesight fails with age, the more we see? I, too, have begun to notice things. People. Even expressions (and postures that indicate expressions).
    I have become more cautious and more courageous.
    Becoming more. I never thought of it that way before.
    Beautifully said, Laurie!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 4 years ago

      Diane, So true. Our eyesight goes downhill, but we see so much more! Love that.

    • Stephanie Farrell

    • 5 years ago

    I surprise myself as the years go by. I have become more aware of my love for nature and animals. I have found such piece with my life choices. Confidence is a big one for me! I even stopped dyeing my hair and that was a big one for me lol. I enjoy my relationships with my 4 grown children, its fabulous to see my grandchildren growing up and not have to parent them. Life is good, unfortunately I had to wait 57 years to be comfortable in my skin.

    Thanks so much for sharing this.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Stephanie, I think this is a wonderful time of life. So glad you agree and see all the things to be grateful for.

  12. As you were reciting these things, I pictured myself. When I was younger, I was so shy that it was monumental even walking into a new building to do a job interview. This past year, for my interview I went into a building that held multiple businesses and walked into one office like a boss, right past the receptionist, to the place I was told to go…I was in the wrong office. Even the receptionist said she didn’t stop me because I looked like I knew where I was going. LOL. At 20, I might have been so embarrassed that I would have left. Not now. I walked out of that one and into the right office and owned it like a boss and was offered the job before I left the building.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Jennifer, By the time we’re older, we’ve made enough mistakes to realize we survive them, and can even laugh. Glad you agree with this list!

  13. Great writing, Laurie. Yes, I find myself more easily moved in some ways but more cynical in other matters. And more introverted? Definitely!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Thank you, Corinne! Sounds like we have a lot in common.

  14. Yes! That was such a perceptive catalogue of the changes I’ve been experiencing! I’m also more aware of my moods, now that I don’t have my job to focus on — that’s a plus & a minus, of course….

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Nancy, Thank you! I’m still moody and emotional, but these days try and be more aware of what I’m feeling. That helps to understand why I’m going through something, rather than just lumbering my way through it.

  15. Yes, I am needing MORE sleep as I age because my energy is lacking – something I miss when I was younger. Great post!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Antoinette, Thank you! Yes, not having as much energy is also up there. Although it can change from day to day.

  16. I asked my (then) 91 year old mother if she was afraid of dying… she said “when you reach my age, there’s really nothing you haven’t already made it through once…. so there’s really nothing to be afraid of.”

    I’ll always keep that with me. Great piece Laurie!

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Emily, Thank you. I can see how fear of dying must diminish as we age. There’s nowhere to go but forward, and I believe to a better place.

    • Sheila

    • 5 years ago

    Had to smile at you and your mother pulling over to laugh. I fondly remember my mother and her mother getting the giggles, as we called it. As a teen, I was embarrassed, but later in life thought it was pretty cool that they would break out laughing. Thanks for reminding me of those lovely memories.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Sheila, My mom and I have always loved to laugh together. Sounds like your mom, and her mom, were a cute duo.

  17. Hi, I found you at Tom Sightings’ blog and have added you to my blogroll. What you say in this post resonates with me. With age, I have become more of what I was to begin with.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Gigi, Welcome! Glad you can relate to this post. I was surprised by how many people did. Glad I’m not alone.

  18. Came by from Tom’s Sightings over Sixty…

    More introverted? No… always was, maybe a little less so now.
    More fragile? Yes
    More confident? Probably
    More compassionate? Definitely
    More silly? Maybe
    More awed by Nature? No, always have been
    More in love with ordinary days? True

    More emotional? THIS I have noticed…

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Rian, Interesting, more emotional. I’ve always been emotional so haven’t noticed anything more in that department. Sometimes, especially with fear, I wish I was less emotional.

  19. Totally me too! More introverted and more comfortable in my own skin. Also, as someone who broke her hip a few years ago because of a missed last rung of a ladder, I say good for you for being more cautious on stairs. One second, everything is fine, the next, you are writhing in pain on the ground.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Janis, Just shivered over that writhing on the ground. Must be so painful, which is why I avoid it studiously.

    • Lea Sylvestro

    • 5 years ago

    There were so many points to this that resonate! Feeling that others were the “grown-ups” (actually, I sometimes still try to guide myself by thinking “what would a grown-up do?”); seeking to be more mindful in climbing stairs or just walking! My mind its always elsewhere and being careful, now, is necessary. Enjoying simple things – so true. Early in my forties, I went through a troubled time and a friend gave me “Simple Abundance” – don’t know if you read it. At the time, I thought it was a lifesaver with it’s message of gratitude – and that has stayed with me. I have so much to be grateful for! From big to small, and I’m with you on morning coffee and warm, cozy beds! Add hot showers to that simple list – blessings! And compassion – that too. The world breaks my heart a lot more now, and while I can do more to help than I could while young, the need is overwhelming sometimes. Thanks for this piece – a companionable, relatable look at aging. XXOO

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Lea, Thanks for your kind, lovely words. Yes, hot showers! How could I have forgotten them?

  20. I agree with most of these, but I am probably less silly. That’s a good thing because I was a 10+! I’m also quieter and more reflective than before. I listen more. I appreciate more. My heart is less fragile but my bones are moreso. Loved this.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Thanks so much, Lauren. Love that line: my heart is less fragile, but my bones are more so. Beautiful.

  21. I am definitely more confident.
    I am more accepting of myself and others;
    I am more open to new things and new ideas;
    I am more expressive with who I’ve always been.

    Great post! (I don’t feel more fragile, but I do feel embarrassed that I have to report how many times I fall in a year. I’ve always been bit clumsy, falling from time to time.) I like to add the caveat, “Yes, I fell, I’ve always been a faller. But I fall a lot less now than when I was a child.”

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Adela, Glad you fall less now! I hold onto that railing tighter than ever. Sounds like you’ve also become “more” with age. Sounds like many of us have.

  22. Totally agree! Especially the part about realizing that life is so precious. And that goes for life – no matter what your age.

      • Laurie Stone

      • 5 years ago

      Patti, Glad this resonated! Looks like lots of us feel the same.

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