Friendship

I’ve Never Felt Sexier!

October 8, 2019

Are you choking right now? Laughing? Crying? Well, stop it because I am serious: I have never felt sexier. At 63 I might be in my prime, as sad as that might sound to some of you.

I can honestly say that I haven’t felt sexy for maybe thirty years. Let’s face it, when your marriage is bad the word sexy doesn’t even exist. Add to that the stream of women in my husband’s life during our marriage, ending with someone much younger than I am (and yes I am aware that younger isn’t always better) and you get the drift. It chipped away at me until there was nothing left.

Even after I became single, I now realize, I carried so much of that in my head with me, that feeling that I wasn’t young therefore I wasn’t desirable or sexy. Well guess what girls, none of that was true for me and it isn’t true for you. It’s hogwash!

I am 63 years old. The only thin thing on me is my hair, which is almost all white and I’m not just talking about my head! My feet, without sandblasting, look pre-historic. My breast “base” is closer to my waist than to my shoulders. I used to have really great legs and, well, those days are over.

So why is it that I think I am sexier now than I have ever been? One word: freedom.

This year was not an easy one for me. I foolishly thought that once I was divorced I would cruise through a new and exciting life. That was partially true, but this last year presented many challenges for me. By the end of July, I was a mess: sad, lonely, depressed, feeling hopeless. You name it, it wasn’t going well around me. Then one day I told myself that I had to turn things around or continue to go down an unhappy slippery slope. So I made a conscious effort to make changes, and that helped, but I still wasn’t there.

My Friend Confronted with the Truth, Now I’ve Never Felt Sexier

Then my friend Cy said something to me that changed everything. He said, “Just have fun. What are you waiting for?” His actual words were, “What are you saving it for?” And with that I was free. He was absolutely right. I had been the keeper of the flame for family and some close friends for so long that I was miserable. I was constantly trying to be a positive role model for my children. I wanted to always be there for a very ill friend. I wanted to date but couldn’t stand to hurt anyone’s feelings if I didn’t think we were a fit so it had become a burden. Crazy, right! I wasn’t enjoying anything and he was right, when was the fun going to start for me?

So here I am, the sexiest I have ever been and loving it. And, I may not even be sexy on the outside. Don’t care. I feel alive and desirable. I feel smart. I feel accomplished. I am more interesting now. I feel independent. I feel free, and I think my newfound freedom shows in my zest for life. To me, that’s sexy!

Let me tell you something, feeling sexy, having a joie de vivre, isn’t bad. I now have a spring in my step that I had lost and I am a new girl again. Thank you, Cy.

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One Year Ago I Started Over

October 3, 2019

Repost from 8/1/2016

One year ago, my husband pulled out of the driveway to go to work, I picked up a truck, packed everything I had room to take with me, and moved out.  I was gone by the time he got home.  His only text to me was, “Where should I forward your mail?”

I had lived with a stomach ache for a year prior to that.  When he refused to sleep somewhere else, I moved to another room.  When he refused to leave the house, I knew that it would be me who would have to make the move.  It took me quite a while to get used to that idea, but once I did, I was determined to change my life.  I still wake up with a stomach ache here and there, but I can handle that.

Most often, I wake up happy.  I love my life.  I sure didn’t think I would be here at sixty, but now I can’t believe I lived the way I did for so long.  I think the biggest change that I have found in myself over the past year has been that I am actually smart.  I am actually a nice person.  That I actually have value at my age and there are some people who really like me.  I am proud of who I am and where I am going.  I’m all “Woman Hear Me Roar” about myself and I like it.  Now, I may wake up tomorrow and have a big sobfest, but for now…I am happy.

One of my sons wrote me a note a few months ago telling me how proud he is of what I have accomplished in the past year and it shocked me.  I really didn’t know that the kids saw that when they look at me. I thought they just saw a Mom who cries when they get here to visit and cries when they leave.  The Mom they have to talk to at least once a week.  Now…the pressure is on and I love it.

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Show Up in Everything You Do

September 23, 2019

I know I know I know, last week I wrote a post about giving yourself a break and allowing yourself to drop out of a couple of commitments in order to not feel weighed down but what you “should” do. And, I stand by that: it can lighten your mood tremendously. However, what I am talking about today is showing up fully for your life.

I was thinking about a friend of mine this week. She walks into every room like she is making a grand stage entrance. When she hugs you, you know you’ve been hugged. The woman seems to do everything, absolutely everything, at 100%. Whether it is working or playing, she attacks life.

I admire this quality and I want to emulate it for a couple of reasons. First, this woman is a blast to be around and I find myself looking forward to seeing her. I am happy to run into her. And, I want others to feel the same way about me, I want others to look forward to spending time with me. When I was newly single I felt lonely and isolated, then I realized that the only person who could make sure that I wasn’t lonely was me. I want to be a person who others are happy to run into.

But, showing up is more than that. Think about the times when you have had to help “host” even when the event had nothing to do with you. Maybe you were at a shower for a close friend’s daughter and you ended up being the one to entertain Grandma. That is showing up. That is what it means to show up and help ensure that the event is a success. Whether it is dinner or a party or Thanksgiving, I want to be a person who shows up. I want others to know that they can count on me to show up.

So, think about whether you are just walking through life, or are you really showing up for everything you do. If not, it’s time to change. I want you to show up for everything you do to improve your life. You will feel a fullness to your life. And, when your head hits the pillow you will feel like you have squeezed everything you could out of your day.

How do you define showing up for your life?

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I’m Coming Back Better Than Ever

September 19, 2019

Repost from 3/8/2016

It has been clear to me for a long time that I am not the same girl I used to be.  I changed along the way, and I didn’t know if I was coming back.

I always felt that I was kind of fun to be around.  And, I certainly thought my husband would agree. But, from the start of our marriage, I was, apparently, mistaken.  I felt like “the old ball and chain,” and I knew that wasn’t me. But I must have been…right?  Why else would he treat me that way?

So I would try harder and harder and harder.  And, by the time I realized that I had built a fortress around myself to protect me from the heartache, the old Paula was long gone.  I knew what would fix it, but I couldn’t do it.

I used to have a saying, “for a better marriage, just lower your expectations.” It worked for me but is so sad.

Today that Paula is getting farther and farther in my rearview mirror: I can feel myself coming back to who I am, opening up from the inside out.  I can stand back and see how ridiculous it all was.

I can say without hesitation, I was enough.  Our family was enough. Our family should have been the focus, not a distraction.

I can breathe now.  While I am so sad that my marriage didn’t make it, it makes me happy to know that my children will get to know the real Mom all over again.  I think they will be surprised at the me that they didn’t know existed.  The happy, light-hearted, fun person who had been buried under the weight of an unhappy marriage and all the sadness that came along with that.  They will get to know Paula, not just Mom.  Can’t wait for that to happen.

 

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Would You Want to Spend Time with…You?

August 19, 2019

Would you want to spend time with… you? That’s a strange question, isn’t it? But I’m serious. The way you present yourself when you sit down for coffee at the local coffee shop or the way you introduce yourself to a possible love interest; would you look forward to hearing what you had to say? Let’s look at this.

I spend time with lots of single women over sixty and one thing I can tell you about us women, single or married, is that as we age, we get a little grouchy (the same goes for men but I don’t care about them right now). Let tell you the things we gripe about immediately when we sit down to a table of, well, anyone who will listen: the weather, the heat, the sore ankle (knee, hip, elbow, foot, shoulder, wrist, neck), what’s on the menu that causes gas, bloating, heartburn, acid reflux, diarrhea, constipation, irritable bowel syndrome, inflammation of anything, swelling of anything, insomnia, and general pain. And, we can’t stay too late because we have to get home before dark because we can’t see to drive in the dark. The humidity makes my hair frizzy. The humidity makes my hair flat. The humidity makes my feel swell. I can’t sit here at this high top because it hearts my knees. The air conditioning is blowing on my neck. It’s too cold. It’s too hot in here.

This is all before the first glass of water has been served! You think I’m kidding: I am not. I have heard every one of these complaints when women have just arrived at the table to sit down. Who wouldn’t to spend time with that? I wouldn’t. I don’t. I don’t want to spend time with that woman and I don’t want to invite her to another opportunity to waste my time with her moaning! I just don’t.

Here’s the thing, most women who hit the ground running with this dialogue don’t even know they are doing it. They just moan on and on and wonder why their phones aren’t ringing off the hook (that’s an old fashioned expression, isn’t it?) with invitations to more get togethers. Well, wonder no more, it’s because that’s not fun to be around. That isn’t happy one bit. And, why would I want to be around that again?

Guess what, everything we just said as we strolled up to the table is true. Everything does hurt and it is hot outside and our hair is a collective mess, but, no one wants to hear that. No one cares, at least no one cares right off the bat.

I don’t want to talk to that woman and neither do you and neither do any men who she is considering for a relationship. And, I am not saying we have to be fake. That’s not the message either. Here is the message: if you want to continue to be social and active, if you want people to invite you to join them for various outings, if you want to be asked on a date, you need to present yourself in a way that makes them want you around.

I am working in my Sisters Program on this very topic and I am working with a couple of clients in the WingWoman program on the same. I think it is making a difference in how these woman are being perceived and will continue to make a difference as they work on creating m ore and more relationships.

In order to remain socially active, we must each put our best foot forward. We must be women who others enjoy spending time with and with whom others want to engage.

So, for the rest of the month and into September I am going to be focusing on how we want to present ourselves to others and what we can do, how we can reframe our conversation, to make others want to spend more and more time with us. So, I go back to my original question: would you want to spend time with…you?

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