REFLECTION – A Good Friend is Forever

friend-are-for-keeps  Friends, old friends, you have not seen or heard from in a long time are like misplaced treasures. I have often heard somebody say, “I had this friend, but we lost touch, I don’t know what happened.”

Where is that friend now? Do you wonder some times? Maybe this is the moment to get on your Facebook and try finding her (or him). She, like you, might be regretting to have lost touch. Loosing touch is nobody’s fault – it’s simply because life gets in the way robbing you of what once was part of you.

But it is never too late to start again, and you will be surprised how delighted your friend will be hearing from you. And having social media to help you will make it a fun project.

One of the reasons I call old friends treasures, especially when we get older, is because we share a history together. We can walk back memory lane and revisit the good and the bad of our past.

Another reason for appreciating old friends is that socializing is not what it used to be. No, not because we are older, but because today it is difficult to meet people – in person.

Therefore, stop wondering whatever happened to Wendy – instead push open the door of your memory and start looking for Wendy.                  friends-are-foreever

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And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything!

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Happy Thanksgiving

Before stuffing, baking, and eating my turkey I just want to say –  the end of another year is near, and Thanksgiving is the day to remind us to be grateful for the blessings in our life, big and small.

And if there are more small blessings in your life than big ones,  just remember – it is the little things that make the difference!

Have a Happy Day

And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything!funny-thanksgiving-images-e1478468298174

Brigitte

 

 

 

ALONE BUT NOT LONELY

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When I first lost my husband it was a difficult time. I felt lonely. I felt left behind. Daily life was not fun anymore and the worst thing was to go to a restaurant. Sitting alone and seeing mostly couples around me made me wonder if the world really moves in sets of twos?

But with the passing years things changed. Now when I sit in a restaurant and look closer at couples – older and younger – who I envied before  – I see something else.  Some look like they wished they were somewhere else. Some don’t say a word to each other all through their meal. Some are on their cell phones, and sometimes both are. But if only one is busy on the phone their partner looks increasingly displeased.

Observing this I feel relieved and grateful that I can just enjoy my glass of wine, and  going even step further I remember my blessings:

  • I don’t have to cook everyday
  • I can come home late or later – or not at all
  • I can buy that expensive handbag without having to justify my purchase
  • I can stay up as late as I want
  • I don’t have to wash socks
  • I can travel anywhere I feel like going
  • I am free to do what I want- when I want

These are just a few of my reason, but I am sure every single woman reading this and enjoying her freedom has her own list. Would it be too much to ask to share it with us? Grateful if you could leave a comment!

And never forget – A Smile changes everything!

Brigitte


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A BOOK COVER – THE FIRST IMPRESSION

The cover of a book is your first contact with an author and his story.

If you have been to my website and read my blogs you will have seen the cover of my book Getting Over Growing Older with the header displaying a photo of me.

Since the reaction of the  buyers always was “Oh, that’s a nice picture of you” and since that was not the reaction I had expected or the message I wanted to convey, I decided to change the cover – and instead of smiling at you, I hope the new cover will tell you more clearly what the book is about, namely sharing my personal experience of growing older, and assuring women in their 40s or 50s plus that growing older is not only about going down hill. But it gives us a chance to enjoy life in many new and interesting ways.

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Now that you have seen the new cover I would mean a lot to me if you would tell me how you like it. Please leave a comment or email me at bbnnic@gmail.com

Thank you so much

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And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything

Brigitte

 

 

 

IS BEING MULTILINGUAL THE ANSWER?

This is the result of a study done in Luxembourg. A country where, through proximity of other countries, people speak at least 2 if not 3 languages – German, French, Luxembourgish.

The study was done by Magali Perquin of the Department of Health and it concluded that  compared with other countries the percentage of older people with dementia is lower in Luxembourg, 3.8 % against 6.4% in Europe, 7.1% in Latin America and 8% in Canada.  They believe there is a strong possibility that it is the result of people speaking several languages.

It has long been said that challenging the brain with mental exercises like Crossword Puzzles will help to keep individual brain cells alive. But maybe doing crossword puzzles is not your thing? Therefore, could learning French be an option?

No, it’s not too late. Quite the contrary. It might be the answer to the question many older or retired people ask – how can I find a new purpose or an activity to occupy my time? And if it is not French you want to learn but you wouldn’t mind speaking another language, think of your vacation or travel plans – going to Italy next? Wouldn’t it be nice to order your dinner in Italian?

An added advantage to taking classes – no, not  on-line- will be that you meet other like minded people – and you never know who you might meet and who is ready to go to Italy too!

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And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything

Brigitte

 

 

THAT’S THE SPIRIT

Sitting in the bus yesterday I sat opposite a lady who was reading the paper. When the bus stopped at Columbus Circle, she looked up and fumbling to put her newspaper away, as well as trying to hold on, she said,

“Oh my, this is my stop. I have to get out.” Having trouble to steady herself a young man got up and took her arm. With a big smile she looked at him and told him,

“Young man I don’t need help, because you see I am not old, I just look old.” and with that she stepped slowly out of the bus.

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And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything               photo- pink

Brigitte

EVERY GOOD THING COMES TO AN END

Including vacations —  including mine to  England and Italy. No, I didn’t send you a postcard but I brought one back to show you how beautiful the Trevi Fountain has been restored.

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However, I did not start my vacation in Rome. I first visited London, where in a quaint country pub (pubs equal England for me) called The Bell  in Purleigh, Essex a friend of mine who lives in London had organized a book signing party. The building dates back to the 14th century and is believed to have been the home of George Washington’s great-grandfather, who was the rector of the village in 1634.

A perfect setting  – and while enjoying cones with cream and strawberries plus a good cup of tea,  listening to a chapter from the book made it a delightful afternoon. The ladies shared their feelings about growing older and answered a questionnaire about what is on their Bucket List (which I will tell you about in my next blog).

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And when after a few hours everyone went home with a signed copy under their arm, I felt that the book had made a big step forward by coming to England.IMG_7811

 

 

And never forget – a smile changes everything.

Brigitte

 

WISH YOU WERE HERE!

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Do I really wish you were here? Maybe! And then maybe not! But these are words which will resonate with anybody who went on vacation during the 1960s and 1970s. Postcards arriving from Italy, Atlantic City, New York, or from anywhere in the world reassured us we were missed.

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Writing postcards was an important part of any holiday at that time. I remember sometimes I sent as many as 15 + cards. No, I didn’t think ‘what a drag’. I liked to do it, because I knew my friends were waiting for them. And when I had forgotten somebody I had a lot of explaining to do when I came home.

I am going on vacation next week and a friend just told me, “Be in touch – you know on Facebook  – I can see where you are, if you are having a good time, and how the food is.”

Postcards didn’t show what we ate and once dropped into a mailbox we could enjoy our vacation without Facebook hounding us for more news.

I think here is a generation gap?

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I will be away for three weeks and will try to stay in touch – please check back here or on my – yes, Facebook page. Happy July!

And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything

                                                    Brigitte

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COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

It’s something we often hear but don’t always do. And I am the first one to admit that sometimes I forget. Fortunately during those moments there is a little light bulb in my head that blinks to remind me of how lucky I am.

One of those times was a  Sunday afternoon. The sky was grey. It was raining and I was driving to Brooklyn to go to the Unique Thrift Shop – not a place where I wanted to be on a  Sunday afternoon, but it was today that they had their 50% off sale. No, I didn’t need $3 off a pair of shoes, but since I shopped there for clothes to give to the homeless at my church, it allowed me to buy a lot more.

Nothing that happened that afternoon improved . The traffic was slow, due to construction, and the rain had intensified, and to make things worse there was no parking. After driving around for a while I found a parking garage two blogs away. Not only did they charge $22 but it made me schlepp my purchases, 4 bags of clothing, through the rain. When I got back to pick up my car, the wait was 20 minutes and no place to take shelter from the rain. I felt miserable.

But on my way home, with the rain still beating against my windshield and the traffic  at snail pace going back to Manhattan my light bulb suddenly went on, and the message flashing through my mind was ‘stop complaining and be glad that you are the one buying the clothes for the homeless instead of being homeless!

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I recently found this paperweight

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It is a good reminder, not just to feel blessed, but to go a step further and count twice whatever and whoever is making our life better.

 And never forget – A Smile Changes Everything

Brigitte