I turned 50 years old this past year.
Now, normally, this is when I would run my annual “Aging Gracefully . . . or Gratefully” post—a perennial favorite among the well-read (in my own mind.)
But this year, I’ve decided it is time to share some of the things I know to be true and other things I’ve found to be just plain hooey.
I love adages. I love words, grand, lofty thoughts, pithy comments from famous and infamous people. I collect quotes; own numerous books of quotes and who said what tomes—I am fascinated by the clever turn of a phrase.
Some “clevernalities”—as I call them—are true—some are patent falsehoods. This is what I have learned after half a century of living:
a) Silence is golden. No, silence is yellow. Silence is cowardly. Silence betrays a shallow heart, devoid of feeling—a fear a retribution. Speak up! Raise your voice in praise to God. Shout from the rooftops when you’re in love. Loudly decry the injustice in prejudice and bigotry. Shout your protest when an animal is mistreated, a child is abused or neglected, another human is bullied, betrayed, battered, or beaten into subservience.
b) The best things in life are free. No, freedom demands hard work, constant diligence, and sacrifice.
c) People are basically good. I wish this was true. I have lived five decades believing in the innate goodness of “man.” I have been proven wrong time and time again. As much as I hate to “pen” this, I must—the majority of people I have known in my life will lie, cheat, and steal to get what they want. Some of them will brag about it—wear their ability to dupe the general public like a badge of honor. There is a possibility of goodness within all of us—we are made in the image of God, the Author of all that is good. But, people are basically lazy, and it is far easier to lie, cheat, and steal then it is to be good. The world tells us good is boring—bad is sexy, bad is cool, bad is better. Mae West voiced the opinion of the world best: “When I’m good, I’m very, very good, but when I’m bad, I’m better.” Sorry, Mae darling, it is a funny line, but it is certainly not a life lesson.
d) Beauty is only skin deep. Oh my no. Although I have seen and experienced a lifetime of ugliness, there are some absolutely and divinely beautiful men and women who are lovely to the depths of their souls.
e) Love is blind. Oh no. “Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails . . .” (I Corinthians 13: 4-8, NIV). Love has its eyes wide open and will rush into action, blind only to the consequences to itself—the lover—thinking only of the beloved.
f) Honesty is the best policy. Unequivocally, yes. Certainly it is easier to lie than to tell the truth. It is easier to waffle, to hem and haw, to conceal—oh vastly! But herein lies the rub: dishonesty reveals one’s contempt for the person from whom one is withholding the truth—“They won’t understand”; “It will hurt their feelings”; “I am being kind”; “I am protecting them”; “You can’t handle the truth!” But tell me, which is better: to tell the truth, to face the consequences, to help that person handle that truth, or, to be found out in a lie, to be branded a liar? When, then, should you be believed?
g) Laughter is the best medicine. Yeah, that one is definitely true. Laughter increases blood flow to your skin, lending you that healthy glow. Laughter raises your serotonin level—that hormone that gives you a sense of well-being. Laughter brings people closer and draws people toward you. A baby’s laugh is priceless and puts a smile on the face of even the most hard-hearted. A child’s laughter is a delight and a treasure and should be cultivated and preserved.
h) No man is an island. Granted, some “men” ought to be restrained on an island, alone, sans contact with anyone living. But what we do or do not do in our own life has an effect on everyone around us. It is the basis of the “butterfly effect” and the “one-hundredth monkey effect” theories. Look it up, people. Which brings me to this last truth . . .
i) Knowledge is power. Yes! Gone are the days when the dimwitted girl is considered the desirable and most feminine woman. Thank heaven for that. Knowledge increases your ability to function physically, mentally, socially, and emotionally. The more you know, the better equipped you are to cope, to grow, to be an asset to someone else. Do not dumb yourself down. Do not dumb-down your writing, your speech, your thoughts, or your actions. Force those around you to think, to investigate, to probe, to question, to analyze, to debate. Make them powerful.
Fifty years of wisdom condensed into less than a thousand words. I am looking forward, not to growing older—ick—but to growing smarter, to laughing loudly, to loving longer and stronger, to not going gentle into that good night . . .
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Dylan Thomas

















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I read your blog with great interest and found myself smiling in recognition of the frustrations and realizations that come with being a perfectionist. I spent many years trying to prove that I was perfect, mostly to myself but also to my forever disapproving mother. I was the perfect daughter, the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect housekeeper, the perfect student, the perfect businesswoman to everyone in my life but me. On several occasions I made myself extremely ill trying to live up to that idea of perfectionism that I carried around with me until one day I just collapsed. My entire world fell apart and I no longer knew who I was and where I was going. Alpha woman? Not anymore!
Some blamed it on the stress, others on the fact that I was menopausal and pissed! I didn't know how to age gracefully and maintain that perfectionist persona. I was in uncharted territory and terrified. In some attempt to remain vital I finally decided that I had to do something. Alpha women don't just age and go out to pasture! So after much soul searching about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life I chose to go to Oriental medical school. Again, I felt the need to be 'perfect', at the top of my class, spending endless hours studying to be there until once again I started to feel that familiar pressure of not quite measuring up. It was at that point that one of my esteemed professors said to me, "trying to be perfect will kill you and is worth nothing to anyone but you, it is your excellence, only your best that is important".
That statement allowed me to step back and see that I didn't have to be better or more than everyone else I just had to do the best that I could do. It also allowed me to have my life back. Last semester I carried 22 credits and at the end when my Pharmacology prof broke the news to me that I hadn't gotten a 4.0. I was able to smile and feel good about the 3.5 knowing that I had done my best, a grade to be proud of even if it wasn't 'perfect' it was excellent. Will anyone in the end know whether I got a 4.0 or 3.5 in Pharmacology? No one but me.
I am still trying to rein in that perfectionist that lives in my head but her voice is softer all the time. I love your statement, "I am looking forward, not to growing older—ick—but to growing smarter, to laughing loudly, to loving longer and stronger, to not going gentle into that good night . . ."
Thank you for your words of wisdom and giving me the inspiration to put myself out there in a blog. You might say I'm a blog virgin, this is my first! I'll be back as time permits.
Namaste, sister,
M~*
I now see that I've posted
I now see that I've posted this to the wrong blog! So much for being a perfectionist! lol I read both of your blogs and realize that I was really replying to both of them at the same time. One of the things I have learned to do as I've gotten older is laugh at myself and not take things so seriously. I'll repost it to the correct blog ... my apologies for being so green.
We've all been there at one
We've all been there at one point in time so don't worry! I loved what you wrote regardless of whether you posted to the wrong blog or not! And for a newbie...you can write!
I am so happy for you that you have found something you really enjoy doing and are working on freeing yourself from perfection. I can say that it is tough on you! I'm glad to have shaken it too!
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Thank you so much for your insightful and well written comment. I look forward to reading your blog posts.
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Thank you so much for this
Thank you so much for this post! I, too, love adages, and you've addressedones that we take for granted, the meanings of which we barely consider, which our parents taught us to be true without themselves believing.
What inspires me most to comment, however, is the attitude you take about it all. I know I'm younger than most of our bloggers, but I can't tell you how many fifty- (and forty- and thirty-) year-old women would have turned this into an "ignorance of youth" post. I am so happy to have read this post--it was all the more enlightening because, for once, I was not being talked down to.
I am thoroughy enjoying your blog!
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On the Occasion of My 50th Birthday,
Dear HolleeChadwick,
I have to agree with you all the way, when we hit to this number 50 most think and feel that we have to roll over and die, as if we 50 year olds no longer have the right to live our life, we have to sit at home and do needle work.
I have become to fight not only with men in order to survive in this "men world" i have to fight with my own kind
females and listen to their abusive and jealous rants all day long, as if those are not enough i have to fight within my own culture and my own customs which it is very hard.
so in conclusion I have realized no matter what i do or not do say or not say people will talk, there for i decided i will do what ever I want to do, and if any one
does not like it then they can kiss you no what.
we do want to believe that every one is good and dissent but we know it is not true. so the best thing is if we are lucky and do have good friends just hold on to them and love them.
as far as myself i treat every one the same way that they treat me.
best wishes