I decided a long time ago that age was only a number. I used to purposely leave it off my CV if I was job hunting. This wasn’t because I was precious about it but because I knew whatever age I was I could do the job, probably just as well if not better than the younger ones. People often said to me “I’ve sent out x amount of cvs and had no response”. My reply to that was, put key words in your personal summary so they are intrigued, that was you will get the interview at least. In my personal summary I put things like “can work alone or as part of a team” but must warn you I have a wicked sense of humour and it’s lonely trying to make myself laugh so a team it is then.
When I turned 60 a few years ago people think you lose your sense of humour along with a few marbles - absolutely not true! I can pull a few jokes and be stupidly childish any day of the week. If anyone asked my age I’d say I was 50 and 120 months, by the time they’d worked it out I was marvelling at their naive lack of maths.
But, to be honest after Christmas when they discharged me from hospital with what looks like R2D2 sat in the corner of my lounge pumping oxygen into me 15/24 my spirits hit rock bottom. Not only had I completely missed Christmas with my boys and their children, I felt like a freak walking round with all these wires, it was like an assault course.
After a week of ‘my safety net’ (husband) went back to work and I was scared to death of being alone, starting feeling sorry for myself and was very weepy. That soon changed, I gave myself a bit of a pep talk and reminded myself that a few years ago in my late 30s I had a mastectomy (grade 3 malignant tumour) and I am still here having watched my boys grow into men and my grandchildren thriving so if I have got through all that I can trip the light fantastic with my new Star Wars themed lounge.
Happy to say I am really getting used to it in the house but still a bit nervous when out and about but slowly getting there.
So the moral of my tale is age, gender, colour doesn’t matter one iota, keep your faith, remain positive and laugh like you’ve never laughed before. It helped me come to terms with this (which was a shock) and stands me in good shoes for the remainder of tests that are imminent. Who said you can’t be a raving lunatic in your 60’s?
OMG I’ve done some crazy things in my time, might start a crazy blog at least it might cheer a few people up xx