Our 1000 day yoga journey began March 15, 2020 when Stanford University shut down due to Covid protocols. Twenty yogis of various experience levels, backgrounds and ages (55-75 years) all said, “Yes.” Together, we have now practiced virtually for nearly three years.

Silence. Eerie peacefulness.

My mom used to take pride in saying I was a late bloomer, but—being the obsessive achiever—I wondered why I couldn’t be an early bloomer.

I was giving a speech the other day and somehow summoned the term “age-fluid” to describe a world in which our age or fear of aging does not define us. Maybe we are all the ages we’ve ever been.

Last century, we had the tyranny of the three-stage life: learn till you're 20-25, earn till you're 60-65, and adjourn till you die. Your "earn" period was defined by Milton Bradley's The Game of Life, complete with tokens earned for the typical life achievements—spouse, kids, career, homeowner, savings, and all of the other responsible decisions along this linear path.

So, what are we to do now that we’re living longer? Well, for many, one solution is to work longer. Fifty years old might be midlife, but now it’s mid-career, as more and more people are working into their 70s and 80s.

When I was 25 and finishing up a temp job at a large brokerage firm, I asked the man I had been assisting if he would answer a few questions. The industry intrigued me, but I didn’t know how to get started so I asked for his suggestions.

I’ve been fretting about how someone in my marketing role could possibly find anything in “forest bathing” that is relatable to my work.

When I turned 50, a childhood friend who is a financial advisor asked me, “What’s your magic number?” I had no idea what he was talking about, so I told him that 4 was my lucky number.