Being fifty-something, it’s no surprise to learn that (according to a recent survey) Australians aged 55-59 years are the most satisfied with their careers, with three in four (76%) claiming to be “very happy” or “happy” with their work life. Hell, yeah. “This suggests that experience in the workforce can amplify happiness. It’s also likely that… Continue reading If you’re happy and you know it
Being fifty-something, I don’t often engage in play and I’m wondering why that is. A few days ago I read this article. It’s long and rambly and takes a while to warm up but I found it worth the effort. It’s about giving yourself permission to play, really play in a pure, carefree, child-like way.… Continue reading Permission to play
Being fifty-something, I should have my feelings more under control. But I haven’t. I am fickle. When we bought our current home more than 12 years ago, I fell in love at first sight. This grand old dame had me at “verandah”. We settled in fast, devising a ten-year plan to boost our investment in… Continue reading Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.
Being fifty-something, I can admit to a hippy-like view of the universe and how it brings you what you need or deserve (not necessarily what you want … or think you want). Last night, I think the universe bit back at me for my blogpost about fugly power line stanchions. Yes, we suffered a power… Continue reading The universe bites back
Being fifty-something, I know how important “happiness” strategies are. Even for cheerful folk, the doldrums sometimes catch you unawares and unless you have some glass-half-full strategies bedded in, a day of the “sads” can lead to a week hiding (from the world) under your doona. For midlifers, change is in the air. Emptynesting. Downsizing. Retiring.… Continue reading If you’re happy and you know it …