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Aging gracefully…if you insist

The ultimate in aging gracefully

I was invited to join a group of women bloggers who created a new website called Generation Fabulous – The Voice of Midlife.

Um, I guess that means I am at that part of life called ‘midlife.’

Well. I knew that. It was kind of, sort of a secret I was keeping to myself.

I mean, inside I am still a 13-year-old girl. Really. Just a little less insecure.


Part of group membership is going along with the crowd – something I’m terrible at, said Pam, ending a sentence with a preposition. However, they are doing this thing called a Blog Hop and all the mid-life bloggers are blogging on the topic of Aging Gracefully. Today.

I wasn’t going to do it – I am not aging! Do you hear me?? I am still a 13-year-old girl!!

But I’ve already read a few of the posts and I have to say they are all pretty thoughtful and so I think I will participate.

Of course, I have to place a “badge” on this post – a badge that will take readers right over to the new Gen Fab website. If I can figure out how to do that gracefully, I’ll have really accomplished something today.

So what does aging gracefully mean to me?


If it means getting all a’ twitter (excited) about the fresh produce, groceries and Starbucks that were all very, very recently added to the Target that I go to all the time, then I am okay with aging gracefully. However, my college-aged daughter is also a Target fanatic and I’m sure when she comes home will thrill to the purchasing of a Frappicino before waltzing down the shaving cream, Cetaphil and Suave body wash aisles. So maybe that’s a universal experience, thrilling to the changes at Target, one not limited to me; desperately trying to express what it means to age gracefully.

Let me think again.

Using my iPad more often than my laptop. Yes, aging gracefully means being open to new technologies. I am finding my iPad frightfully easy to use and so convenient to lug around especially to coffee shops when I need to type up notes or research things – companies, small businesses, people, etc. – for my stellar career as a freelancer. That laptop was so heavy and bulky compared to this little iPad thing that I waltz in with, said Pam, ending a sentence with a preposition again!

What else?

Staying in touch with former co-workers, appreciating the years spent together even though we were all laid off and I was never in love with my job. But saying I wasn’t ‘in love’ with my job sounds whiny and that is not aging gracefully. Because it was a good job with good people.

Accepting that I actually enjoy Dancing with the Stars. There. I said it!

Not taking things personally. Looking at all sides of an argument. Getting along with people. Remembering that struggle is part of life. And giving our loved ones space. Because that’s much healthier than freaking out.

On to the badge. Can she do it?

She can!

Look over to the right, scroll down a bit. Okay, a lot.

Still, quite the accomplishment. Did I age gracefully today?

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March 27, 2013 - 2:31 pm

Lois Alter Mark - Awesome that you figured out the badge — I still haven’t! Agree that Betty White is the ultimate in aging gracefully and, yes, I sadly admit I actually enjoy Dancing with the Stars too. Sigh. Great post!

March 27, 2013 - 2:35 pm

Pam Houghton - Thanks, Lois! If you can, leave a link to your post here. Unless I can find it myself. p.s. – I’m glad you like Dancing with the Stars, too. Too bad about Dorothy Hamill last night. πŸ™‚

March 27, 2013 - 2:35 pm

Karen D. Austin - Yes, I am also a bit shocked a times that I’m middle aged. If I catch a quick glance in a mirror, I think, “What is my mother doing in town unannounced?” But then when I shelf all that and embrace the opportunities of my age, I feel invincible! I like your observations about how to avoid conflict. Going with the flow has its advantages. Thanks for your post. (I love DWTS, too. Go Kellie and Derek!)

March 27, 2013 - 2:43 pm

Pam Houghton - Kellie, she’s wonderful! What a surprise. The whole show is just cheesy fun. Thanks, Karen, for your comment. I will try to find your post, if you wrote one.

March 27, 2013 - 2:45 pm

Barbara Coleman - Ha! You hit the nail on the head my friend….Starbucks, cetaphil….target….It’s the little things in life….and I enjoy it more than you can know….oh wait…you DO know!

March 27, 2013 - 3:16 pm

Organized Island - I am soooooo much younger on the inside too and I hope that she will always be there. I am a DWTS die hard fan too – so sad to see Dorothy have to leave! Great post!

March 27, 2013 - 4:47 pm

Pam Houghton - Thanks, Barbara! Glad you can relate!

March 27, 2013 - 4:48 pm

Pam Houghton - Thanks! I’m glad Andy Dick wasn’t eliminated. I think he’s funny.

March 27, 2013 - 8:11 pm

Barbara Torris - I am with you…the badge just has me dumbfounded…in fact I cannot find it anymore. where is it?


March 27, 2013 - 8:34 pm

Pam Houghton - Barb – I tried to copy and paste the code here but Blogger wouldn’t let me. If you go the the Gen Fab Facebook group page, it’s in one of the posts but you’ll have to scroll through a bunch to find it. If you can find it, and you have Blogger and still need help, let me know. I can walk you through it.

March 27, 2013 - 9:48 pm

fadedginger - Dancing with the Stars? Please, I’ve been watching NCIS with my mom for the past week and a half…..and liking it. I’m pretty sure if I took one of those “real age” tests that would add a decade right there.

March 28, 2013 - 12:03 am

Pam Houghton - NCIS – ha! Isn’t that like the Murder, She Wrote of our times? (Although, have to admit, I loved it.)

March 28, 2013 - 1:52 am

Joy Weese Moll - Fun! Thirteen with less insecurity sounds about right for many of us.

March 28, 2013 - 4:55 am

D. A. Wolf - I think you did just great – with or without a badge and going along with the crowd! (I’m either 20 inside, or possibly 28, or both. Of course, I was taller then, but I have better shoes now.)

As for this “midlife” thing or “middle-age” thing… It all seems so fifties or sixties (or seventies) somehow. I’m more comfortable with marketing demographic segments (“check your box… 35-45, 45-54, 55-64, etc….”), and not wild about labels of any sort unless they’re on mailing labels on packages headed to exotic places and people I love, or showing up at my door from people who love me…

Wistful sigh. (Shoe shopping therapy?)

March 28, 2013 - 11:05 am

Debbie - Dear Betty,
Yeah, yeah, we know you look great, all rockin’ it at 90+ with your “Hot in Cleveland” and “Off Their Rockers.” Cut it out, you’re making me look bad! Here I thought I was doing well, with my Meals on Wheels and remembering to take my Miralax most days, and then I snap on the TV (so proud I’ve figured out the remote!), and there you are, all “bubbly” on Regis and Kathie Lee. (I know,it’s not Regis and Kathie Lee anymore…by daughter keeps nitpicking this one, too.) Couldn’t you have just hung up your hat on “Golden Girls” and let it be?

Rusty after Golden,
Betty White (no, I’m not you, it’s just a popular name for our generation. I hear it’s on the rebound, all “retro” and everthing!)

March 28, 2013 - 12:46 pm

Pam Houghton - Glad I’m not alone! Thanks.

March 28, 2013 - 12:48 pm

Pam Houghton - I love shoe shopping therapy. I also like those marketing demographic segments – being in an age range is better than being a label. Or the actual age depending on where you are in the range! Thanks for stopping by.

March 28, 2013 - 12:51 pm

Pam Houghton - Deb? Is that you? Huuuuh? Don’t have my hearing aid on today. Anyway. My mom’s name is Betty. The name is on the rebound? I could dig that. πŸ™‚

March 28, 2013 - 3:22 pm

Pat - Pam,
I can’t get my head around this age thing either. I am stuck at about age 10. I remember crying at my 11th birthday that I just did not want to grow up. In some ways I never have. Staying a kid at heart keeps me feeling young except in my joints.

March 28, 2013 - 6:18 pm

Pam Houghton - Ha! Ten’s a happy age. Eleven, things are a’ changin’. Kind of like now. πŸ™‚ Thanks, Pat.

March 29, 2013 - 2:14 am

Beverly Diehl - I’m stuck at 17, myself. Old enough to be hot and have sex, but SOOOOOO immature!

My mirror, however, has a different opinion about my age. As do the people who expect me to pay my bills and behave like a responsible adult.

I’ve learned to fake it.

March 29, 2013 - 12:24 pm

Pam Houghton - Ha! 17 is a good age to be stuck in. That’s when my Dorothy Hamill haircut was at its finest.

March 30, 2013 - 11:45 pm

Helene Bludman - Pam, I also like DWTS! I think we should pat ourselves on the back every time we master a new technology. It doesn’t come naturally to us as it does to our children, so we should be proud when we figure it out!

March 31, 2013 - 12:58 pm

Pam Houghton - Helen, you are right! We should! And often, it’s deceptively simple. I think I expect it to be so much harder than it actually is. It’s the ‘newness’ of it that intimidates.

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