A friend celebrated her 50th birthday this week. Her Facebook page was filled with best wishes as well as comments lamenting that she was over the hill, the best days were behind her and it’s a downhill slide into obsolescence from here.
Because I’m older than she is, I have a different point of view about growing older. It’s hard to argue with a youth-obsessed society that believes if you’re over the age of 30, you’re ancient. I see this age bias almost every day, especially in the business world.
Those starting to climb the corporate ladder in their early 20’s are fresh-faced and eager to learn. They’re willing to work, but they either have unbridled ambition or they’re glued to social media.
Many are unable to put their phones down for longer than 15 minutes, and some need lessons on how to have a face-to-face conversation without resorting to checking their text messages or Snapchat every five minutes.
Workers in their 30s seem to be the anointed ones. They’re no longer novices in the conference room, and society thinks they’re tuned in to current events and trends. The “thirtysomething” bright executive doesn’t have a gray hair and wears Ray-Ban sunglasses, not bifocals. Ads, movies and television shows are aimed at them, even though people nearing retirement are usually the ones with cash to spend.
Those in their 40s straddle generations. They’re too young to be considered a “good ole’ boy,” and they’re usually too old for tube tops and muscle shirts. They’ve got car and mortgage payments, and they’re starting to help take care of their aging parents. What’s left from their paycheck either goes to the orthodontist or saving up for their children’s college tuition.
Workers in their 50s are in a tough spot. They’ve often been in the job too long to think about quitting and starting over, and that pension pot is too juicy to pass up. They either decide to take a chance and change careers or stick it out where they are until they can retire.
Then we get to the worker in his or her 60s. The kids are out of the house, grandchildren are arriving and grandma and grandpa finally have the television remote control all to themselves. They’re getting Medicare flyers and assisted-living ads in the mail – they still check the street mailbox – and they’re wondering why they have to retire. They still have so much to give to the world, but the world wants to put them out to pasture.
People over the age of 60 are gold to any profession if given the chance. They don’t worry about impressing the boss, they know petty office politics are just that and they’re willing to serve as a mentor. They’re not going on maternity leave or going through a mid-life crisis. Most importantly, they have years of experience to share with those willing to listen. They’re a little slower to learn the latest social media trend, but they know nothing beats a personal conversation.
They might not have the same fire in their belly as the millennials, but they’ve come to realize a slow-burning need to be useful lasts the longest. They won’t run the fastest, but they know the race doesn’t always go to the swiftest. The race goes to the one who can see the finish line and remembers to have fun while getting the job done.
So to my friend turning 50, the best is not only here, but every year gets better and better.
This column was originally published in The Fort Bend Herald.