On Holiday: Celebrating The Best Day(s) of My Life

Hello & welcome to this week’s (week of 10.17.22) issue of Deflector™, the Art of Style & Well-Being for Men of Age™, a TMSC publication. This past 6 weeks I’ve posted On Style or On Being, each with thoughts and insights on how as active older humans we can lead a more satisfying lifestyle and mitigate some of the irrational aspects of aging. If you missed last week’s edition, On Being: Aging & Self-Doubt, you can read it here

My son first-born son John (left), celebrating his 30 birthday in NYC with his friend Kori, who’s in for vacation from Prague.

1 Reason This Will Be My Shortest Post Ever

Vol 2, №5

It’s been one of those weeks. You see, along with rethinking goals and content in Deflector and how I present it going forward (such as trying a video series), I’m celebrating the 30th anniversary of the first greatest day of my life.

The day my oldest son, John Thomas, was born.

Every year since, I always get this overwhelming feeling of near-euphoria, of extreme well-being when the sun is at this October declination and playoff major league baseball is on the TV. You see, we had a game on in the birthing suite, but damned if I saw I pitch; I only have some white noise audio of the announcers in the back of my memory.

Because front and center, well, a miracle. And at age 40, it filled me with awe. And to experience awe is to experience wonder. Absolutely breathtaking.

And easily the best day of my life, only to be matched by the second best day of my life, 5 years later, when my twins were born.

So, feeling these deep-seated emotions again, and not having to answer to a time clock, I’ve basked in the joy of it all, and didn’t try to fill my dance card too full. In fact, it’s been a holiday week for all intents and purposes. It’s been wonderful.

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On Being: Aging & Self-Doubt

I was moved when one of my pals on the staff at the Xfinity Center gave me her pin (given to her by her boss) “46 in ’22” to mark my attendance at 34 of 39 or so possible shows this summer, one of my happiest ever. (They had 44 events at the venue including some graduations.)

How Being Called Out On Facebook Reminded Me I’ve Earned The Right To Be Here

Vol 2, №4

After last week’s post here I was called out on Facebook by a long-time acquaintance for “being so much into yourself (myself) it makes me sad.” It cut me to the quick, and my immediate reaction was swift and less-than-loving: I blasted him with what I really thought of him, a guy who’d bragged about his $millions inheritance (for whom I was happy at time); now a guy who monitors FB & IG all day, every day from what I can see. Of course, my next step was to de-friend him. I mean, I was so stunned by the hostile stupidity of his comment, it was the best ‘that’ll show you’ I could muster. He’d completely missed my intent to help make it easier for us ol’ guys to live our best lives.

I re-read my posts to see if he could be right; and sure, I write about my experiences but not in a boastful spirit. I reconsidered my posting voice. And then it struck me: did I really care about what he had to say about me? He’d not contributed in any way shape or form to the summer of love I’ve just experienced, nor to my happiness or well-being or that of my family at any point of our 30-year acquaintance. He was just part of a gang in which I’d felt a need to belong.

You see, as older adults it’s all too easy to feel minimized in a world geared to those in generations behind you; agism is not covert, it’s in your face and it can make you loose confidence in yourself. The need to ‘belong’ can ….

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