WomanPause: Women Over 50 Rediscovering Ourselves

Becoming Buddha*

*This piece was originally published in Lunch Ticket on November 2, 2018.

I sit at the keyboard rapidly typing, as my student and I are brainstorming for his college essay. My fingers get tripped up on the simple words. I type “adn” for “and”. In the next sentence, “gaol” for “goal”. While reading it over, I catch my mistakes. “Maybe I’m becoming dyslexic in my old age,” I say with a laugh, but I’m not convinced it’s so funny. I did catch the errors, I think. I was typing fast. But I’ve always typed fast, and yesterday I switched around the letters in two other words as well.

Suddenly, I stop mid-sentence. I’m trying to recall someone’s name. It should be on the tip of my tongue, but the name has lost its way on the journey from my brain to my mouth.

I’m at dinner with my husband, and I’m telling him a story over a gorgeous medley of deep green veggies in red curry sauce. Suddenly, I stop mid-sentence. I’m trying to recall someone’s name. It should be on the tip of my tongue, but the name has lost its way on the journey from my brain to my mouth. I express my concern. “You’re overworked,” my honey says. He’s right.  I’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately. This kind of thing happens to everyone, I think. I remember misplacing words when I was in my twenties, for goodness sake! But it’s happening to me more often recently than I’d like to admit.

Dyslexia. Word retrieval issues. Are they telling me something I need to pay closer attention to? Could it be the sugar I eat? The wine at dinner? My lack of sleep? One day, I’ll have to type it all onto WebMD and look it up. I’m not there yet.

My body isn’t what it used to be. But, now, my mind too?

I’m fifty-seven. I’ll be turning fifty-eight in December. Yes, I am growing older. My body isn’t what it used to be. But, now, my mind too? There are certain cognitive changes that happen when one grows older. They’re not all bad. I’m a much better reader, writer, mother, wife, friend than I’ve ever been. I have learned from my mistakes and can finally say with confidence that I’ve earned my wisdom stripes. But like everything else in life, it’s a balance. Most gains also come with a loss.

Over the last few years, I’ve become much more organized, better at staying on task, getting things done. Maybe that’s because I now know the value of time. The more of it we spend, the less we have left.

Now I know that most stuff is neither big nor small. It’s just stuff. It’s all just stuff.

Back in my thirties, with three small kids, a small waist, a big minivan. I spent way too much time doing my hair and not enough time “doing” friendship. I spent too much time worrying what my neighbors would think about me, my kids, the dogs. Sure, I could wrap my leg behind my head (I used to work as a yoga instructor, after all), but I couldn’t wrap my head around peace. Instead, I stressed—both the small and the big stuff. I often mixed them up. Now I know that most stuff is neither big nor small. It’s just stuff. It’s all just stuff.

I am back in school now, working on my MFA in creative writing. When I’m on campus, I’m surrounded by young creatives. I love their energy, enthusiasm, their impressive work. I would never want to go back to my 20s or 30s, though. Not even for a day. But do I really want to move ahead?

I have several friends who have told me that they don’t want to keep living if they ever become afflicted with Alzheimer’s. I’m not certain that I would either. But they won’t. They have exit plans.

My mother had an exit plan too.


A few years before her death, my mother had a small medical procedure—she had her pacemaker battery replaced. The anesthesia she was given was a form of fentanyl. “The Michael Jackson drug,” as she referred to it. My mother loved fentanyl. In fact, at some point during every future doctor visit, she would ask her physicians to prescribe her some. (Of course, they all refused.) Mom didn’t want fentanyl for recreational use. She wanted to save it in case her body or mind deteriorated past a point of no return. She wanted to “go out” in a peaceful, dreamy state, to go out “just like Michael”. My mom made me promise that when the time came I would get her the drug and give it to her. Thankfully, she died without needing any intervention on my part. I’m not sure what I would have done.

Promises. Exit plans. Is that what preparing for old age looks like today?


So … I know this piece is feeling pretty bleak right about now. And the world outside feels just the same way—to many of us. (Add to that, it’s fall—what I think of as the saddest season—the beginning of many a dark, cold, dreary day.) But do not feel the urgent need to call my therapist to alert her that I’ve sunken into a severe depression. I haven’t.

I’m actually in the best place I’ve been in my whole life. Looking back—and forward—makes me appreciate just where I am. I’ve adopted a “Buddha mind”—a living-in-the-moment-unattached perspective, and it is blissful—much of the time. I am no longer beholden to my children in that day-to-day parenting grind. There was beautiful magic while it lasted, but there is wonder and power in this space as well. Empty nest—what a misnomer! My nest is far from empty. I have new babies to nurture. My writing is one of them. My reading another. Political engagement, a third.

Time. The less I have in the future, the more I have right now. To dream, to think, to act. Fifty has proven a wonderful decade to be—and to become.

It’s true. My body and my mind have changed. My leg can no longer wrap around my head and I may have trouble recalling a name here and there or mix up a few letters when I type. But what I type makes me sing! I have made the time to create, to tend to relationships, to breathe. I find myself again at the feet of discovery—an awesome, powerful force. I am here, right here, right now. And I would not trade that for anything.


So … What changes scare you? Which do you embrace?

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See you next Friday!


Diane Gottlieb


  1. Michael Frontier on December 12, 2018 at 12:19 am

    What a beautiful reminder Diane. Thank YOU for sharing this with us. XOM

    • Diane Gottlieb on December 12, 2018 at 12:45 am

      Thank YOU for sharing your thoughts!! XOD

  2. Adriane Schorr on December 10, 2018 at 10:56 am

    I often think about how much wasted energy it is to rehash the past and/or focus on wishes for the future. Obviously, both are beyond our control. It can be very freeing to concentrate on the present and being in the moment. Yes, fifty can be a wonderful decade to just “be”!! Thank you for this discussion!

    • Diane Gottlieb on December 10, 2018 at 1:15 pm

      Thank you, Adriane, for your comments and for just “being”!!
      We can’t always live in the present, but when we do, it truly is freeing!

  3. Greta Holt on December 7, 2018 at 3:19 pm

    I identify with your “Most gains also come with a loss.” In today’s New Yorker, Edward Gorey says “I’m beginning to feel that if you create something, you’re killing a lot of other things. And the way I write, since I do leave out most of the connections, and very little is pinned down, I feel that I am doing a minimum of damage to other possibilities that might arise in a reader’s mind.”
    As I get older, I am giving up trying to accumulate acts toward my eventual perfection. We gain some, we lose some. I’m comforted by that.

    • Diane Gottlieb on December 7, 2018 at 3:57 pm

      I love this, Greta: “As I get older, I am giving up trying to accumulate acts toward my eventual perfection.” What a burden you’ve unloaded! so freeing!!

  4. Judy Schulman on December 7, 2018 at 12:28 pm

    You are so right in your perception of time. Time seems to go faster as I get older. I love how you describe memory lapses.

    Your friend

    • Diane Gottlieb on December 7, 2018 at 12:42 pm

      Thanks bout the memory lapses–I guess I am not alone! Time does seem to race by sometimes. I find it helps to stop in the moment and acknowledge the wonder of life.It is a wonderful, mysterious journey!

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