As the Senior Editor of The Ethel, I have the privilege of assigning stories that empower older women to make the best choices about their health, lifestyles and relationships.
Along the way, The Ethel has amassed a stable of big talent, big-hearted writers, sharing wisdom and experiences that inspire all of us. As a 71-year-old journalist, wife, mother and grandmother, I, too, count on The Ethel to propel me forward with courage, hope and resilience. I am especially moved by our oldest stars, who have been there, done that and are still growing at every age.
Here is advice from five of those 80-something women on how they navigate successful aging:
Bea Lewis, 87
I have lived long enough to have recently embraced my beautiful great-granddaughter. I’m grateful to know that life goes on after I am gone.
However, this is not an easy journey. A simple move, like getting in and out of a car, takes effort. Accepting the losses of loved ones is painful. Getting through a day free of arthritic pain warrants medication.
To make these years as pleasurable as possible, I abide by the three A’s — Aware, Adapt and Accept.
Aware: My fear of falling is paramount.
Adapt: I now use a cane, even a walker when needed.
Accept: I’ve put my ego on the back burner, no longer concerned that others will see me as an old lady.
Aware: I forget simple things like the names of people I have met, even the dear friends I have known for ages.
Adapt: I give myself permission to ask. “I’m sorry, but my mind went blank. Please remind me of your name.”
Accept: Experts remind us that even bright, healthy older adults sometimes forget names, especially when they are tired or under pressure.
Aware: I’m sad to be alienated from a close friend.
Adapt: While there is still time, I plan to apologize, regardless of her response.
Accept: A written note will come from me, even if my friend doesn’t answer.
Aware: The lovely man I was dating who lived a few miles away could no longer drive at night.
Adapt: With plenty of planning, we moved in together.
Accept: Even if the years are brief, we are grateful for this bonus chapter.
Kathryn Leigh Scott, 83
Entering my eighth decade feels like an achievement, something earned. Along the way, I’ve learned not to get mired in missteps and wrong turns, but to find a way to get myself back on track. Staying positive and engaged has probably kept me going, through loss (the death of my husband), career meltdowns (I’m an actress and writer, after all!), health setbacks (including hip replacements) and the everyday nuisances that come with aging.
To me, growing old has a positive ring to it: flourishing, rather than dying on the vine. My hair is white, my gait a little creaky and I cherish a good night’s sleep far more than a late night out. But I haven’t stopped pursuing a spirited, adventurous life. I got married again at 82 — and it’s the best relationship of my life! We each sold our homes and bought a dream house together, combining our households and upsizing when most people our ages are downsizing. Why not?
There’s much I still want to do and experience. Though I’m nearly deaf without hearing aids and I have a horror of falling — just like my mother at this stage of life. But like my mother, I won’t let those things I have no control over inhibit me from fully enjoying my life — and savoring a good glass of wine at the end of the day.