The odds say that your overall vitality will begin to decline with every decade of your life and, at some point, fall off the edge of the table. For instance, strength, balance, and endurance can start to decline in the 50s and become more evident in the 60s and 70s. Muscle mass and strength naturally decrease starting around age 30, with a more noticeable drop-off after 60. Some cognitive declines, like slower processing speed and difficulties with...Continue reading...
In my last newsletter, I reflected on our core desires at various stages of our lives. I shared my @70 plan…how I want to craft a life of vitality as I begin my 8th decade. (I shudder even typing that). To me, a life of vitality, i.e. one of energy, passion and purpose is my ambition and I’ve designed a strategy to that end. Part of my inspiration came from Dr. Peter Attia’s book Outlive:...Continue reading...
Sometime last year it dawned on me that I was turning 70 this year (probably when I turned 69). Like every decade number, it felt like a big one. A really big one. A game changing one. Like the kickoff of the last phase of my life. So I went into contemplation mode and asked myself…what is it that I want for myself at this momentous life stage? I decided to collect my thoughts in...Continue reading...
Sometime last year it dawned on me that I was turning 70 this year (probably when I turned 69). Like every decade number, it felt like a big one. A really big one. A game changing one. Like the kickoff of the last phase of my life. So I went into contemplation mode and asked myself…what is it that I want for myself at this momentous life stage? I decided to collect my thoughts in...Continue reading...
She held my hand for 10 seconds. Tops. But it had a significant impact on me. Last month I went in for a surgical procedure (one of many lately). I’m used to the drill. Get wheeled into the room, slide off the gurney onto the bed, anesthetic hooked up to the line in my hand, oxygen mask over the face…lala land. But this was different. Just a little. As the sedation entered my left hand…burning…I...Continue reading...
She held my hand for 10 seconds. Tops. But it had a significant impact on me. Last month I went in for a surgical procedure (one of many lately). I’m used to the drill. Get wheeled into the room, slide off the gurney onto the bed, anesthetic hooked up to the line in my hand, oxygen mask over the face…lala land. But this was different. Just a little. As the sedation entered my left hand…burning…I...Continue reading...
My good friend and mentor, Charlie Kelley, passed away last week. I wrote about him in my last post knowing it was only a matter of days until he would move to his eternal home. And now, I no longer have a classic mentor…one who is one generation ahead of me, one who has seen some things and been where I have not yet been. This is not to say I have no mentors. I...Continue reading...
A few weeks ago, I received an unusual phone call from my dear friend and mentor, Charlie. Would I be willing to take over the mentoring of a young man he had befriended the past eight years? It was an extraordinary request, as I had never met the man. Blind date mentoring? An arranged friendship? But I only hesitated for a second. “Yes, of course. I would be glad to.” How could I say no?...Continue reading...
Luke had Obi-Wan, the Von Trapp kids had Sister Maria, Frodo had Gandalf and Harry Potter had Dumbledore. Who do you have? Who is your mentor? Who is walking with you through this season of change…this land between…this liminal space? Over the last month I’ve been thinking and writing about the lonely and confusing seasons in our journey. How do we not lose our courage or our minds as we travel through the fog? I’ve...Continue reading...
