This theme is very near and dear to my heart. In my experience, getting older doesn’t mean you have to shrink into a corner (or a couch cushion), never allowing yourself to flourish.
The following sections focus on taking control of our midlife narrative and writing in however we want. In my case, it is the story of becoming a gymnast as a fully-grown adult.
Pretty cool, huh? Read on.
I’m a proud member of the GenX club.
(And the We Do Not Care Club, btw.)
I’m also a proud GenX Gymnnast. I have a lot to say about the topic.
If you’re in or near your 50-something era, and you love flipping, I think this page will tickle your fancy.
Let’s talk about possibility.
We get to a certain age where it’s assumed that certain possibilities are no longer available to us. We’re too old, too out of shape, too busy.
What if we start asking ourselves a different question…
When it’s our turn to play
Never, in a million years, would my younger self imagine that I would participate in any kind of gymnastics, much less a camp or competition. And yet, for the first time in my fifties, I did both. More than once.
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