“Life Reimagined paints a portrait of middle age that is far from grim and decelerating. Midlife begins to seem like the second big phase of decision-making. Your identity has been formed; you know who you are; you’ve built up your resources; and now you have the chance to take the big risks precisely because your foundation is already secure.”—David Brooks, The New York Times
“Life Reimagined gave me hope that midlife, even with its struggles, can be a time of growth and deeper joy in relationships old and new.”—BookPage
“Bradley Hagerty crafts a book that is part insightful analysis, part memoir, and all-around engaging and relatable... [her] own journey is by turns instructive, poignant, and funny as she puts the information she’s discovering into practice... [she] makes a compelling case that our choices—to seek novel experiences, to stay active, to invest in enriching relationships—can transform the middle years into vibrant ones, and also help us move forward into old age with a greater sense of possibility and purpose.”—Washington Independent Review of Books
“Bradley uses the perfect mixture of anecdote and facts and knows how to tell a story. Inspiring and reassuring, this book is guaranteed to shake up anyone who is coasting through middle age, reminding them that it’s up to them to find their essence and shape their last years with purpose.”—Booklist
“Insightful…This work is a joyous reminder that the middle years can be satisfying, resilient, and significant.”—Library Journal
“An upbeat look at the joys of middle age… For midlifers eager to ‘create a new habit of mind,’ Hagerty is a rousing cheerleader.”—Kirkus Reviews
“Barbara Bradley Hagerty is a wise and engaging guide through the possibilities (and occasional pitfalls) of middle age. With her deft storytelling skills and exhaustive research, she reveals a truth that should hearten millions of people: Done right, midlife can be a time of remarkable engagement, purpose, and love.”—Daniel H. Pink, author of To Sell Is Human and Drive
“Please don’t have a midlife crisis. But if you do (and you will), drop everything and read this book. It’s like having coffee with a good friend who has been there—and also happens to be well versed in neuroscience, psychology and much more. Barbara Bradley Hagerty has written a sharp-eyed, big-hearted book destined for widespread dog-earing and underlining. Whether it’s navigating the worlds of marriage or friendship or work, Life Reimagined offers boatloads of earned epiphanies. This generous, wise and often funny book will leave you revitalized—and actually looking forward to life’s second act.” —Eric Weiner, author of The Geography of Bliss and The Geography of Genius
“This book is destined to become the bible for boomers seeking to make the most of the bonus decades opening up in midlife and beyond, as well as for those younger generations on their heels.”—Marc Freedman, author, The Big Shift, and CEO, Encore.org
“Combining her great reportorial skills with personal stories and fascinating data, Barbara Bradley Hagerty provides here a blueprint on aging. She debunks the idea of midlife crises while recognizing midlife changes and then, through interviews with experts and individuals, points the way to move forward into life’s next phases. This book is so engagingly told, I’ve been telling my friends to get this book as soon as they can.” —Cokie Roberts, journalist and author of We Are Our Mothers’ Daughters
“Life Reimagined is a powerful and inspiring book. Hagerty writes with wit, warmth, and scientific rigor. She shares her own experiences of the journey into midlife with honesty and humor and teaches us what science says about our brains, our resilience, and our relationships. Life Reimagined motivates us to delve into midlife with enthusiasm and reminds us that a life well lived requires thought and commitment—no matter what one's age.”—Karen Reivich, Ph.D., author of The Resilience Factor
“Grab this book, find a comfortable chair, and get ready to change the way you think about your life. Barbara Bradley Hagerty blends the latest science with rich personal reflections to create a work that informs, uplifts, and ultimately offers a wise guide to what keeps people happy and healthy. Beautifully crafted by a journalist at the top of her game, this is an exciting book that you’ll find yourself talking about and sharing with the important people in your world.”—Robert J. Waldinger, M.D., director of the Harvard Study of Adult Development
“Life Reimagined is arguably the best book on middle life ever written. Not only is it in beautiful prose, but it’s also thoroughly researched. In order to feel understood and to anticipate the future, everybody from 30 to 70 should read this book. It is a joy.”—George E. Vaillant, M.D., former director of Harvard Study of Adult Development and author of Triumphs of Experience
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“Barbara Bradley Hagerty is a wise and engaging guide through the possibilities...of middle age.” -Daniel H. Pink, author of To Sell Is Human and Drive
A dynamic and inspiring exploration of the new science that is redrawing the future for people in their forties, fifties, and sixties for the better-and for good.
There's no such thing as an inevitable midlife crisis, Barbara Bradley Hagerty writes in this provocative, hopeful book. It's a myth, an illusion. New scientific research explodes the fable that midlife is a time when things start to go downhill for everybody. In fact, midlife can be a great new adventure, when you can embrace fresh possibilities, purposes, and pleasures. In Life Reimagined, Hagerty explains that midlife is about renewal: It's the time to renegotiate your purpose, refocus your relationships, and transform the way you think about the world and yourself. Drawing from emerging information in neurology, psychology, biology, genetics, and sociology-as well as her own story of midlife transformation-Hagerty redraws the map for people in midlife and plots a new course forward in understanding our health, our relationships, even our futures.
Editorial Reviews
★ 09/15/2016
At the risk of sounding utterly selfish, thank goodness Hagerty (Fingerprints of God) recovered from her excruciating throat injury to narrate her latest title. Her conspiratorial, gregarious recitation, a skill that clearly contributed to her two-decade, award-winning NPR career, instantly convinces listeners she's their new best friend, and they'll be willing to believe whatever she tells them. Combining superb research skills with mesmerizing storytelling, Hagerty disproves the so-called "midlife crisis" and shows how to take advantage of the limitless possibilities of one's later years, from nurturing important relationships, feeding our brains, pivoting on strengths to accomplish our next goals, finding purpose as a means to lasting happiness, and more. Sharing her personal experiences, including a two-week RV adventure through the mountains, suffering through "brain training," taking up biking after arthritis took away her running and making it to the Senior Olympics, even quitting her beloved job, Hagerty proves she's the ideal coconspirator in discovering life reimagined. VERDICT Although intended for audiences of a certain age, younger readers in the midst of transition—college, even high school, graduates—would do well to follow Hagerty's witty, insightful, entertaining guidance toward a more fulfilling future. ["This work is a joyous reminder that the middle years can be satisfying, resilient, and significant": LJ 2/15/16 review of the Riverhead hc.]—Terry Hong, Smithsonian BookDragon, Washington, DC
02/15/2016
Journalist Hagerty (Fingerprints of God) presents an inspirational analysis of the midlife years (age 40 up), which she invested over a decade researching. She draws from the fields of neuroscience, psychology, genetics, and sociology, and even examines her own middle years to realize the myth of the "midlife crisis." Hagerty reveals that physical and emotional potential in this critical phase of life does not automatically deteriorate and that many people actually experience fulfillment during this stage. The insightful chapters address topics such as how the brain ages; the importance of friends in midlife; the significance of long-term romance; dealing with inevitable medical conditions; the power of altruism; the value of meaningful work; and finding a genuine purpose. Presenting a more positive approach than found in Gail Sheehy's Passages and Pathfinders, and more personal experiences than provided in Richard J. Leider and Alan M. Webber's Life Reimagined: Discovering Your New Life Possibilities, Hagerty's exploration adds a tremendous complement to developmental psychologist Erik Erikson's classic research on psychosocial development. VERDICT This work is a joyous reminder that the middle years can be satisfying, resilient, and significant. [See Prepub Alert, 10/5/15.]—Dale Farris, Groves, TX
The author’s conversational performance makes it easy to engage with the research and personal vignettes she’s assembled for this informative audio. The friendly accessibility of her voice brings warmth and humanity to the scientific findings she summarizes. She says unhappiness during the middle years is part of our evolutionary wiring—a time when almost all of us adjust our ambitions, reconcile our disappointments, and take a fresh look at what’s important. If we look for the opportunities within us and around us, she says, we can find ways to use our accumulated knowledge, improve our fluid intelligence, and enjoy the riches to be had in loving, supportive relationships. Her poignant stories, in particular, and the heartfelt wisdom they illustrate, make this a relevant and inspirational audio. T.W. © AudioFile 2016, Portland, Maine
2015-11-29
An upbeat look at the joys of middle age. Now in her 50s, journalist Hagerty (Fingerprints of God: What Science Is Learning About the Brain and Spiritual Experience, 2010), a former NPR correspondent on law and religion, debunks the idea of midlife crisis, "defined as an existential fear about impending death and lost opportunities." From interviews with an astonishing number of middle-aged men and women and the psychologists, sociologists, physicians, geneticists, and neuroscientists who study them, Hagerty has found positive responses to her own urgent question: "how does one thrive at midlife?" The experience of middle age, she has discovered, "is more mountaintop than valley," characterized not by depression but by optimism and renewal, happiness and growth. Organized chronologically, Hagerty's investigation tackles a new theme for each month, including friendship, love, work, illness, sense of purpose, and, not surprisingly, memory loss. She focuses on fear of dementia, delving into scientific research and submitting to a number of brain exercises and tests; in the end, she is persuaded that even those "biologically destined to have the physical plaques and tangles of Alzheimer's disease" will not necessarily show signs of the debility; furthermore, she believes, stimulating the mind "can build up neural defenses." This stimulation can take the form of engaging in a challenging new activity, such as digital photography, learning a language, or quilting. A brain, some researchers insist, "can learn new skills, sharpen…memory, even grow new brain cells" throughout a person's life. Equally important are social connections and romance. One research psychologist who studies the neurobiology of romantic love recommends injecting novelty into long-term marriages to get "a little dopamine-driven reward." The author ends with 16 suggestions for aging well and living exuberantly. "Happiness is love," she writes. "Full stop." For midlifers eager to "create a new habit of mind," Hagerty is a rousing cheerleader.
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| BN ID: | 2940175198936 |
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| Publisher: | Penguin Random House |
| Publication date: | 12/03/2024 |
| Edition description: | Unabridged |
| Language: | Spanish |
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Chapter 1.
AN ENDING, AND A BEGINNING
September 5, 2012, had been a trying day. I devoted much of the afternoon to crafting a response to a listener who disliked a story that had aired the previous day on All Things Considered. When you cover a beat such as religion, as I did for many years at National Public Radio, you brace for a hailstorm of outraged e-mails every time you file a report.
But I never grew used to them, and this one was particularly up- setting. Just after I sent off my response, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. My breathing became clipped and shallow. Heat radiated up my back. Panicked, I googled “heart attack + women.” The results were not reassuring—are any health-related answers on the Internet reassuring?—and I called my doctor, Brad Moore, on his cell phone. I described my symptoms as calmly as I could.
“I don’t like the shortness of breath,” he said. “I want you to call
911 immediately.”
I made it partway through “I can do that,” when the room lurched and went black. When I opened my eyes, my colleague John Ydstie was tucking a soft sweater under my head. “An ambulance is on its way,” he whispered. Then I heard Scott Simon’s voice directing the medics to my cubicle. Dr. Moore, who also sees Scott, had called him when he heard me faint.
By the time the ambulance reached the George Washington University Hospital, I was feeling pretty good, well enough to go home, in fact. I explained to the nurse that I was a healthy woman who takes a six a.m. spinning class every day. I could not possibly have a bad heart. The nurse looked at me, handed me a hospital gown, and scanned her notes.
“You’re fifty-three, right?” she asked, as if that number were a clinical condition, like diabetes. “I think we’d better keep you overnight.”
It occurred to me then that I was suffering from a condition: a physical and emotional condition called “midlife.” This condition presented as a disconnect between my thirty-something self-image and my fifty-something reality. I recognized it every time I passed a mirror and saw the lined face of my mother in her fifties staring back at me. I spotted it often at work, when my younger, ambitious self insisted that I clamor to cover that breaking story, while my chronological self shrugged, preferring a good night’s sleep to another all-nighter. Sitting there in the thin hospital robe, I admitted there were moments, more and more frequent, when I seemed to be pushing a wheelbarrow full of dense, unfulfilled ambition up a steep gravel path. It was exhausting, but I didn’t know any other way to live.
I was not left to my thoughts for long. Within minutes, my husband, Devin; my brother, Dave; Dr. Moore; and Marty Makary, a good friend and surgeon at Johns Hopkins, had arrived, creating a little party in our corner of the ER. As the five of us chatted and laughed, e-mails from NPR friends and colleagues began filling my iPhone; someone had sent an All Staff e-mail. My dear friend Libby Lewis called to say she would visit early the next morning. I felt loved, I felt cherished. Why hadn’t I pulled this stunt before?
Eventually everyone left, and I was given a bed at two a.m. I awakened with a dull headache a couple of hours later to a persistent beeping from the bed next to me. I gazed at the ceiling, reflecting on my family and friends and how desperately I wanted a cup of coffee. At six-thirty, I called Devin to see if he could bring me a double espresso. I reached him as he was leaving the house.
“You need to call Dave,” he said.
“Why?”
“Just call him,” he said uncomfortably.
Instinctively, I knew: Dad had died. As it turned out, he had died at five that morning, at age ninety-one.
That night, after I was discharged from the hospital, my family and a few friends collected at my brother’s house for dinner.
“Turns out I was with the wrong relative last night,” Dave quipped when he ushered us in, and it felt good to laugh.
We crowded around the kitchen table and began swapping stories about Dad. We remembered how he learned to swing dance when he was sixty-nine, and how at seventy-four, by then two years divorced, Dad spotted Nancy at church and courted her with such charm and devotion that she had to marry him. We talked about how Dad believed in me: When I was struggling in school as a third-grader, how he spent hours helping me with homework and with prayers written out on yellow legal pads. We recalled how Dad studied French every night between two and three a.m., teaching himself vocabulary and grammar. He never progressed beyond terrible at French, but he al- ways insisted that some things are worth doing poorly. I think he meant that some things are so worthwhile that even if you have no talent, even if the results are mediocre, it is still worth your time and effort. In his final years, his mind and body had failed him—he was nearly blind, nearly deaf, and suffered from dementia—but to the end, Dad lived each day with verve.
After hearing that my father had died, Scott Simon sent me a note. He had known Dad. They belonged to the same health club and would occasionally share a cup of coffee, Dad no doubt clueless as to Scott’s fame. Scott mentioned that he had told his wife, Caroline, about my health scare and my dad’s death.
“Caroline said, ‘Darling, I don’t care how far gone someone is, they always feel a tug from their children. Gene wanted to go instead,’” Scott wrote. “We believe that Gene somehow knew that you needed a little help and he said to God, ‘Barbie still has a lot of things to do. I’m ready. Take me,’ and he said it with that incredible chiseled smile. And God said, ‘Gene, you’ve got a deal.’”
Even now, several years later, these words make me cry. They re- mind me that Dad loved me fiercely and would have instantly traded his life for mine. Scott’s words also illumined a larger truth: A page had turned, Dad was gone and I was here, ostensibly healthy but keenly aware that a hospital stay or worse was only one stressful event away. I saw it would not be too long before my brother and I would be next at bat, and that the next generation to fall was my own.
At fifty-three, I gained a new sense of my own mortality. Now, what would I do with that?
ONE MYTH AND THREE TRUTHS
For the next two years, I examined the middle stage of life. I traveled the country interviewing brain scientists and marriage therapists, psychologists and kidney donors, geneticists and elite masters athletes—well over four hundred researchers and ordinary folk trying to figure out how to thrive at midlife. As a result, I have come to believe that the forties, fifties, and sixties are the least understood and, in some ways, the most critical phase of life. Midlife is not flyover territory. Midlife is O’Hare, midlife is Heathrow, midlife is a bustling hub where the decisions you make today largely determine the rest of your journey on this planet. What I have learned has been a happy surprise. It has changed the way I try to approach every single day.
Midlife has gotten a bum rap. It has suffered guilt by association, linked inextricably to the “c” word: crisis.
The ugly rumors about midlife began in the 1970s, when Gail Sheehy and others stereotyped midlife as a cataclysmic period surging with existential dread, flattened by malaise, tortured by one’s failed dreams, or any combination of the three. In her book Passages, Sheehy wrote of the “forlorn forties” and the “resigned fifties.” Eventually the idea captured the popular imagination, becoming plot lines for Oscar- winning (and lesser) movies, and often an excuse for bad behavior. According to the midlife-crisis argument, certain stalwart or blessed personalities could escape the mud pit, but most of us were drawn inexorably into the emotional mire. We have been socialized to think this way about midlife, and—what do you know?—we all seem to have “midlife crises.”
In fact, there is almost no hard evidence for midlife crisis at all, other than a few small pilot studies conducted decades ago. Researchers today who have examined people across their life spans, peered inside their brains, uncoiled their hopes and fears, and observed how they deal with love and alienation, trauma and death, good and evil, say that midlife is about renewal, not crisis. This is a time when you shift gears—a temporary pause, yes, but not a prolonged stall. In fact, you are moving forward to a new place in life. This moment can be exhilarating rather than terrifying, informed by the experiences of your past and shaped by the promise of your future.
This is not to say that the middle-aged are a cheerful or carefree lot. If happiness over the life span looks like a U-curve—and researchers suggest that it does—then people in their forties and fifties occupy the bottom of the curve. They zigzag between demanding children and frail parents. They shoulder heavy responsibilities at work. They are under-rested, under-exercised, and overfed. Yet 90 percent of them are not in crisis. Midlife malaise is fairly ubiquitous, but let’s not diminish a legitimate phenomenon with a stereotype.
When I launched into this admittedly self-serving project—after all, this is about me as well as you—I knew what to examine. It was like being a first-time tourist to the United States, equipped with a must-see list. When you arrive in Washington, D.C., you must see the White House; in Arizona, the Grand Canyon; in New York City, the Statue of Liberty. But even after roaming through those places, you would not truly understand the country unless you absorbed some of its overriding motifs: democracy, the pursuit of happiness, religious freedom, and eternal optimism.
In the same way, I had my must-see list of midlife monuments: the (tedious) career, the (distant) marriage, the need for investing outward, or “generativity,” which psychologist Erik Erikson enshrined as a de- fining characteristic of midlife. But as I looked around, I also spotted three themes that are helpful, and I believe necessary, to living richly in one’s middle years.
Engage with verve. Emotionally disengaging from any part of your life—your spouse, your kids, your work—cuts off the oxygen and the patient dies. That sounds dire—that’s my point, actually—because this insight surfaced again and again: Autopilot is death. Choose where to invest your energy, and do so intentionally, because the clearest path to a robust midlife is purposeful engagement.
In some ways, the best role models for people over forty are people under eighteen. Children study hard, learn new skills, and throw them- selves into new passions. They fail like beginners, until frustration yields to success. They risk making and tending to friends, even if that hurts. The lesson for midlifers is: Of course it takes work to inject zest and vulnerability into your marriage; it takes courage to reappraise your career for not just income but also meaning; it takes effort to sharpen your aging brain. But the research is clear: Engaging in those things you feel are important will lift your joy and satisfaction, in the moment and over the years.
Choose purpose over happiness. “Happiness is overrated,” Carol Ryff told me. Ryff is a psychologist at the University of Wisconsin and director of an enormous project called Midlife in the United States, or MIDUS. For some twenty years, Ryff and other scientists have tracked thousands of people through their middle and later years, measuring their well-being in every possible way: physically, emotionally, psycho- logically, biologically, and neurologically. After sorting through piles of data, the researchers have concluded that pursuing happiness can backfire, but pursuing eudaimonia rarely fails.
Eudaimonia is the Aristotelian idea of human flourishing, pursuing long-term goals that give meaning to life, rather than short-term happiness that delivers a jolt of dopamine. It is the kind of satisfaction that comes from raising terrific children or training for the Olympics. It means figuring out your purpose in life, given your unique set of talents and capacities. It is the Holy Grail that all people seek, most acutely in middle age, when we can see the final horizon not so many years away.
It turns out that finding a deeper purpose and pursuing it carries an unexpected bonus: It makes you robust. Dozens of new studies show that if you have a reason to get up in the morning, you will live longer, you will enjoy a happier old age, you will better retain your memory, and you will be more likely to not only survive the scary diagnosis but thrive. Purpose in life is more important than education or wealth in determining long-term health and happiness. It isn’t a panacea, but it’s awfully close.
Your thinking is your experience. How you think can shape how you experience the world, your career, your relationships, your health, your happiness. Please note that I am not arguing that whistling a happy tune will make you healthy, wealthy, and wise; at least, not entirely. Much of your life and mine is shaped by biology and life circumstances. Genetics—who your parents are, whether you are susceptible to mental or physical disease, what your emotional “set point” is—this is the wind thrusting your little boat in a particular direction. Your environment steers you as well, with the force of a strong current: Did you grow up in a safe and nurturing home, or a divided or abusive one? Did you receive a decent education? Are you poor or wealthy? Are you married, employed, religious?
But there is also a mechanism called a “rudder”—that is, your thinking, your approach to triumphs and defeats, joys and pain and losses, the stuff no one escapes—that calibrates one’s happiness. Experts believe that 30 to 40 percent of one’s happiness is determined by how a person thinks or acts. That rudder won’t shelter you from a hurricane as you venture across an ocean, but it will absolutely color how much you enjoy the trip.
Your thoughts and attitudes today chart your destiny tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.
A CIRCUITOUS JOURNEY
If you are middle-aged today (roughly between the ages of forty and sixty-five), this isn’t your parents’ midlife. Chances are good you will live to eighty or beyond. You may have two marriages and two or more careers under your belt. You will experience better health longer; you will have more time and more physical and mental acuity to compete in triathlons, learn Mandarin, write a novel, or start a nonprofit. At the same time, the world is no longer brimming with unlimited possibilities; the choices you have made until now set boundaries on your future. You will be confronting a different set of questions, challenges, and choices than your parents did, and their wisdom is not enough. The answers will come from you.
Until recently, scientists have paid scant attention to the middle years. Researchers find people between ages zero and twenty-five endlessly fascinating. And why not? That is the time of life when neurological and social development are stampeding like wild mustangs. If you happen to live to seventy-five (or, better, one hundred), you will once again become the object of scientific scrutiny. But the middle years, when most of us are healthy and productive, when we are creating families and suffering midlife malaise (or not), those years have been a vast desert, a research wasteland.
A tsunami of research is moving this way, drawing from biology and genetics to psychology and neuroscience. Researchers are doing more than taking snapshots of the middle years. Using longitudinal studies, they are scrutinizing people who have aged successfully, and are gleaning their secrets for the benefit of our generation. Science is confirming what we all suspected instinctively: There are certain steps you can take to thrive during midlife and set the foundation for the later years.
Absorbing the cascades of new research felt at times like sipping from a fire hydrant. But as a reporter, whenever I am faced with telling a complicated story, I remember my favorite piece of journalism ad- vice: Chronology is our friend. That is the blueprint for this book. I will describe how my year of researching midlife unfolded. During that time (and a little beyond), I experienced the themes of every single chapter in a personal way—sometimes when I didn’t want to, some- times when it hurt. Serendipity helped. Every month seemed to launch a unique midlife concept: It just so happened, for example, that March would begin my “brain” research and June revolve around “marriage.” It was not that the investigation of those topics ended in those months (thank goodness), but it overshadowed everything else.
Learning the art and science of midlife felt more like bushwhacking through a dense forest without a compass than cruising the interstate with its numbered exits. The whole process was messy, unpredictable, and full of contradictions. During this time, I landed in the emergency room twice—well, three times, if you include the day I mistakenly took six Percocet instead of six prednisone. I trained for the so-called Senior Olympics—and got hearing aids. I helped care for my ninety- one-year-old mother after she shattered her femur—wanting her to live, and giving her permission to die. I reevaluated my friendships, revamped my career, developed intense and unrelenting pain in my throat—and used principles of neuroplasticity to try to relieve it.
Those who say life is boring have never been middle-aged.
On January 1, 2013, I drove from a sunny, chilly Washington, D.C., to a lonely, dark, bitterly cold Williamstown, Massachusetts. It was my first day of book leave from NPR, and largely, I fretted. I had envisioned this book as a personal march through the science of midlife, and I worried that I had promised too much. Training my brain to raise my IQ for my midlife brain chapter—I can do that. Learning the secrets of long-term marriage from online dating sites—that’s do- able. But for the chapter on midlife hobbies, I proposed biking across the country! Did it occur to me that riding just fifty miles a day would still eat up two months of book leave?
I arrived in Williamstown near midnight, when it was six degrees below zero, and lugged my suitcase, computer, printer, and three boxes of research articles up the icy stairs of the house I was renting. For the next four weeks, I would be teaching a writing class to ten students at Williams College, my alma mater. When you have no biological children of your own, you have to jerry-rig a way to invest in future generations—a signature of a healthy midlife. More than that, I hoped this class would push some seeds of transformation into my psyche, make me more instinctively generous, less focused on my stuff. In fact, my secret hope was that writing this book would change me.
My hunch on that frigid day of new beginnings was that people don’t change much at all. I am the same girl, I thought, who toiled in the college library instead of eating dinner with friends, who fretted about letting down her teammates in the next cross-country race, who never sat back and said, “Yes, this moment right now, this is an extraordinarily blessed moment. I am happy.” I am the same girl my kindergarten teacher called to the front of the room and introduced as the “class worrier”—a harsh assessment, but prescient. I am the same girl who, at seven years old, fell in love with horseback riding at a ranch in Colorado. Each morning, with a frown as dark as a thunder- cloud, I marched purposefully to the corral, where I would saddle up Stampede, the pokey white pony I rode every day, all day, for a week. I was in love, my young soul soaring with the thrill of horses, but from my anxious face, you would think I was about to be waterboarded. I was too busy focusing to smile.
Can we change, I wondered, even at the margins? Are we middle- agers destined by our wiring and half a lifetime of behavior to proceed along a route that feels more desolate than meaningful? Can we reset our expectations, renegotiate our relationships, take a compass reading and shift direction? Can we reimagine our lives? At that moment, I simply didn’t know.
A year and a half later, Mom and I met for coffee on the outdoor patio at her favorite café. It was late July, a few days before her ninety-third birthday, and she was, as always, impeccably dressed in beige slacks, a long-sleeved black shirt, and a tan straw hat with a black rib- bon. It must have been eighty-five degrees, but Mom didn’t notice: She was too busy relishing the date with her daughter.
“I went to bed thinking about this moment, and I woke up thinking about it,” she said, even though I see her almost every day.
After a few minutes, we were joined by Desiré Moses, a young journalist who was helping me with my research. Mom spent several minutes asking all about Desiré’s life. Eventually I shifted the conversation to Mom.
“You know, Desiré,” I said, “my parents divvied up the work, character-wise, when it came to my brother and me. Mom taught us integrity and Dad taught us deferred gratification.”
I paused.
“Sometimes, I wonder when it’s time to stop deferring and start gratifying.”
Mom looked at me in wonder.
“It’s now, honey!” she said, raising her arms like a referee signaling a touchdown. “This is the time to enjoy your life. Don’t waste another moment!”
Something like a shutter clicked in my mind’s eye, preserving the scene to be savored later. At that moment I recognized that I was un- bearably fortunate: I was working on a book, was married to a very good man, and had won the lottery with my stupendous stepdaughter, Vivian. At that moment, I was sitting between two generations, Mom and Desiré—one with the wisdom of the past, one with the energy of the future—and delighting in both. Remember this moment, Barb, I thought, life is very good.
Research suggests that if you do this, if you frequently mark off mental milestones, life feels as if it slows down and takes on more meaning. And so I trained myself to take snapshots of moments and tuck them away. Sitting at that café, I realized that the months learning how to thrive at midlife had altered my emotional DNA. Not completely, but definitely at the margins. And the margins make all the difference.