Tuesday, 26 October 2021

mischief

We began BOLDmag by writing about hair (black and white, stuck in the grey) so here's a new hairy tale.
Because our hair stories are intertwined, we are taking it in turns to share the why, how, and verdict.

Monday, 18 October 2021

restart

I’m back! So much has happened but, really, not a lot has changed.

Over three years ago I was offered a role as sales consultant in an over 50s Resort in Bongaree (a sleepy waterside suburb on Bribie Island). This opportunity, bolstered with the need to replenish my diminishing funds, forced a decision to return Bribie—to my enduring duplex on the canal. I bought this quaint little property in 2001 and refer to it fondly as my happy place. It was new, now it is old.  It has been dull then transformed to bold, bright and colourful. It has felt joy as well as sadness. It has always been there for me—stable and secure—at times an outward expression of me and where I was in my life. A place I keep returning to.

So back I went for a short time—back to my happy place. I took only the barest essentials as my intention was always to return to the Sunshine Coast, resume my coaster lifestyle and play with my friends. Any of my belongings that were not classified as necessities were packed and stored in a shipping container somewhere on the Sunshine Coast. I didn’t know where and, oddly, I didn’t care.

Work was now my priority. It was for a finite time. I put everything into it—my heart and soul. I loved my new job and the sleepy village vibe of Bongaree. Many people crossed my path—a multitude of characters. Some I connected with personally—a number will remain lifelong friends.  My job was extremely fulfilling and I felt honoured for the opportunity to help—to assist even in a small way—ageing singles and couples faced with major life-changing events and the resulting decisions that churned around them.  Largely these choices were met with eagerness and excitement but sometimes with regret, loss and deep sadness. I came to recognise that, at some point in my life, I too would be called on to make such decisions but not yet … phew! I can watch and learn and reflect for now.

During my time on Bribie I met a man. Well I met lots but this one was special.

Thursday, 14 October 2021

We are back!


A lot has changed since last we blogged. I am now officially old (70), retired, and living in a beach house with my bloke—yes, the decent bloke I met online. And there is COVID. And a new grandson. And, and … so much to tell! 

I’m rather chuffed that I have made it to 70 and I want to make the most of the time I have left. I intend to have fun, interesting and fulfilling times BUT this will be despite the wonky knee, the arthritis, and the necessity of an afternoon power nap! 

Restarting blogging sounds relatively effortless: write a blog and post it like we used to do. No, no, no! First, we had to update our site and, of course, there had been updates to the blogging platform in our 3-year absence. I had completely forgotten the techno bits (widgets and gadget codes and that sort of thing). Fortunately, Naz is far more switched on in this area. 

But when you start making changes, you realise just how many need to be made. So we updated our About us and then realised that our photos were seriously outdated. We tried snapping photos of us together but one of us always looked a bit odd (read far too old). I want to look nice old not grotesque old. We hatched a plan to visit our former photographer, my daughter-in-law Jodi. Thanks Jodi for the photo shoot—we're blogging about our fun day posing!

And then we wanted to make sure you can easily subscribe to our blogs and that took time, especially as we tended to get side-tracked updating each other about what was happening in our lives, sharing random theories, and indulging in cake with our coffee. 

Plus we deliberated about what to write about and wondered whether we should podcast. We decided that we would begin by writing about what crops up in our lives. You know, things like finding a good hairdresser, our purpose in life, COVID etiquette, sex.  

Mmmm not sure if I’m bold enough to write about sex, but there I was reading about sexologist and author Chantelle Otten and I came to these words: ‘Her client case studies include stories of sexual pain and self-esteem, erectile dysfunction, and how to have sex in your 60s’. What!? You mean I happily had sex last decade not knowing there was a special way for people in their 60s to do it. Astonishing. Though now that I’m 70 … 

Being 70 does seem different from that betwixt and between stage of life in my 60s. In some ways it is a relief to be officially old. Life can still be full but perhaps not as crowded. Closing my editing business was hard but right: hard because it was a letting go, right because it has freed up my time. Of course, it's not all lolling around reading books. Curved balls continue to lob my way unexpectedly, but I feel I’m starting to find a new rhythm—and I like it. I’m looking forward to sharing about navigating these unchartered waters.

Fiz 

Look out for Naz's post in a couple of days!