I’m going to a 50th birthday party later this week, and I’m pretty excited about helping the honoree to celebrate what Harvard Business School professor Howard Stevenson calls “the glorious years.” Mature and childlike, filled with wonder and wisdom, bursting with huge, infectious energy, this person makes 50 seem like. . . .Show me more . . .
A friend of mine is celebrating her first day of retirement today. After forty-five years as a music educator. In the same job. That she landed straight out of college. She’s never had to navigate the in-between. The world of work doesn’t work that way any more. It hasn’t for. . . .Show me more . . .
Change happens. Catalysts spark big change. I am so not talking high school chemistry. Sophomore year: the perfect storm of my teenaged flake-out and Mr. Elmer’s elephant-like memory. And possible mid-life crisis. The only teacher to remember my big brother after eleven years, he still held a grudge against Steve. . . .Show me more . . .
I was this close to going to law school. In a quarter-life crisis, before quarter-life crises were a thing, ignoring my heart’s desires, my exploration of “respectable” careers – where respectable was code for lucrative jobs that my parents would understand – led me to taking the law boards. Correction. Rocking the LSAT. Nuts,. . . .Show me more . . .