The Rise of the Rockin’ 50s

The Rise of the Rockin’ 50s

** If you’re a member of my Google blog you will have read this before, however, I thought I’d trial it here and see which one gets the more hits and then I may move the blog to my WordPress site.


Welcome to my new blog inspired by a discovery made on my latest self-improvement and information gathering course.  I like information because you never know what you don’t know; all the processing keeps the mind young; and as long as you’re still curious you know you haven’t become ‘the older generation’.

I recently decided that now I’ve nearly finished my first book I would kick my public speaking work back into gear, so where better to start than on a professional course run by a professional company who count among their members some pretty sassy, original and 7 figure inspirational speakers  – and me!  I decided it was about time to overcome my isolationalism (otherwise known as authoring) and join something new.

The first thing they said was “pick a target audience”.  “I am NOT going to be pigeonholed” I thought “I am a GEMINI, we are FLEXIBLE.  I am highly trained in a number of very important disciplines and I can pick INSPIRATION out of THIN AIR SO THERE!”

I find the entire idea of a pigeonhole deeply annoying because each client is individual and deserves to be treated that way, after all I’m a life coach not a teacher forced to deliver a government inspired curriculum for the terminally similar who are of course nothing at all alike and every teacher knows that.

I’ve trained in several different disciplines across a broad range of thought practices just so I could have a toolbox full of methods to help all these wonderful individuals that I’m going to save from a fate worse than death (or accountancy).

I believe in inspiration and flexibility (as long as I don’t have to wrap my feet round my head during yoga), and this super-successful person who has it all and knows how I can get it wants to put me into a pigeonhole and won’t even give me a pigeon!  That’s just cruel!

However, he asked us to think about what really matters to us and I realised that what gets up my nose is the attitude to age not just from the media but inside our own heads.  For some reason ageing can bring fear and a feeling of life having passed you by and I wanted to encourage people to stay active and embrace new challenges until they’re at least 90.

We live in a culture where doctors, television programmes, newspapers and magazines are only too delighted to tell you the many different ways your life’s in danger;  where women are thrown off TV when they get a frown line, and a D-Day Veteran who had to escape his nursing home in order to attend the D-Day ceremonies is described in the papers as a ‘game old boy’ rather than a still strong man with Dunkirk determination.

When we were asked to stand up and in a few short words explain who our target market was I found myself saying “I’m 57 and I want to inspire people to be youthful until they’re 90!”  And I realised that’s true.

So now I had a pigeon hole with one sentence in it, but still no pigeon and I like pets.  Mind you, I wouldn’t mind a kitten in my pigeonhole, but that’s another story and likely the ramblings of an older mind.  However, I’m nothing if not resourceful, so this blog will be appropriate to:

  •        Anyone in their 40s
  •        Anyone older
  •        Anyone younger

Why am I including the youngsters in my Rockin’ 50’s Super Club?  Because only us Golden Oldies are truly able to teach them how often you can muck up before you’re 50 and how to avoid those snafus, bug-a-boos, rolls of fat and creaking joints.

However, inspiring the Rockin’ 50’s to live, rebel and rock this life will be my primary focus and believe me as well as creating some of that truly best medicine, laughter, I am going to be seeking information and inspiration to help us all live a more active and joyful life.

We can’t give up and sit on sofas watching questionable TV until we’re too stiff to move when there’s a life out there, mountains to climb and chaos to cause.  We just can’t because it’s our life and it needs LIVING not surviving.

Plus we have a duty to show the younger generation how to age well.  Both my Grandmothers reached a ripe old age – 87 1/2 and 98 1/2 respectively – and they’re my greatest inspiration.  They didn’t give up on life, they kept their interest in what was going on around them, and no one told them what to do – and if they did they didn’t do it.

Grandmother 87 1/2 once went on a day trip by coach with the other residents from her nursing home.  7.30 pm came and went and no coach load of wrinklies appeared back at the nursing home.  8.00 pm, 9.00 pm and 10.00 pm passed and they were practically ready to call the police, just as my grandmother brought back a coach load of drunken pensions post pub crawl.  She’d bribed the coach driver to stop at a few pubs on the way home.  I want to be worse than her!

If you love your family then it’s your duty to show them how to age well, to encourage them to keep their bodies moving and their minds alive, and to be curious about life and ready to learn new things.  If you get stuck in a rut they probably will.  If you stop learning they might think they know it all.  If you stop living they could very well spend their 60s, 70s and 80s talking about their 30s and 40s.  If you reject new inventions they may do the same.  No, our job is to age well retaining lively minds, good memories and a passion for life.

I was once part of a team that discovered two very good Tarot Readers, one was 76 and the other 79.  The female said to us that each week she attended a coffee morning with a group of friends and it was the turn of one each week to introduce the others to something new.  It was her turn the following week and boy was she looking forward to it.  The retired Brigadier was going round the table reading everyone’s cards for them and blowing minds right, left and centre including his own.  He was fascinated and it was a wonderful experience; one of those that makes you feel you’re blessed rather than working.

So this is my new blog, my new venture and my new focus, and hopefully this is the one straightforward blog you’re going to read, I’m after giggles and gut bellowing laughter from now on.

If you feel that you’ve gone wrong and there’s no getting back then give me a call because there is no way back but there’s always a way forwards.  There is always a way to change your life no matter how old you are and no matter how deeply you’ve shovelled yourself into a rut.

If you’ve recently retired or have that ending looming on your horizon and have no idea what to do with the rest of your life other than veg in a chair or finally catch up with the list of household tasks that have needed doing since 1962, let me know and we will find you a distraction that will keep your mind alive, your heart beating to the tune of an enthusiastic drummer, and your thoughts off ball cocks!

Until the next blog

Rebel properly, walk on the wild side, and if you wear 6″ heels insure your ankles.

(Next:  The Credit Card Number!)


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