A jaded New York baby boomer gets surprised by life

 
If honesty is the best policy, then baby boomer Lorie Eber has moved in the right direction. Because as she writes from her home in Irvine, California, she’s willing to admit that while she had been a jaded New Yorker, she has been surprised by… guess what … life!

Although I no longer live in New York, I still have New York attitude. Nothing shocks me. I mind my own business. I never jump up and down with excitement. Nope. My feet are firmly planted in reality. I’m often chastised with a remark like, “Tell us how you really feel, Lorie.” In short, I’m a skeptic, a bit of a cynic and proud of it. I don’t bother to “Visualize World Peace.”

Dr. Lorie Eber

Dr. Lorie Eber

I’m 58 now and given to introspection, well aware that some time in the not-too-distant future the grim reaper might snatch me. When I was younger, my purpose in life was to rack up accomplishments. Then it dawned on me that the true winners were not the super-achievers nor the ones with the most toys. Still, I struggled for years to corral a mere modicum of happiness, or at least to feel a smidgen of contentment.

Now, most unexpectedly, I seem to have stumbled upon them both. I really have no idea how this happened. Somehow I’ve inadvertently embraced two concepts I’d always derided as pie-in-the-sky wishful thinking. Not only have I found my “soul mate,” but I’ve also belatedly discovered my “passion in life.” Go figure.

Ironically, I’d never even entertained the concept that there might be one man out there who was a perfect fit for me. Au contraire. My attitude has always been that every prospect is a mixed bag of attributes, some of which I find desirable and others not so much. I decided to marry my first husband after making a spreadsheet with a list of pros and cons. He looked good in Excel, so we got married, and I was miserable for seven years. I then settled into serial monogamy with several so-so men who I knew deep down were not for me.

Wedding day - Lorie and her husband.

Wedding day – Lorie and her husband.

But then, one day while doing leg extensions at the gym, a fellow member who looked vaguely familiar approached me. After 30 minutes on the Stair Master, I knew he was my man. We rushed off and got married within six weeks of our first date. This behavior was completely out of character for me— a 48-year-old deliberate, logical lawyer— but I had such an undeniable feeling of certainty that I was unable to squelch it. Guess what? My gut was right! It’s been ten years and I still miss him when he leaves the room.

When I worked for a non-profit, I heard frequent references to finding your “passion” in life. Until recently, I also passed this off as hokey. I practiced law for 23 years and while it suited my don’t-even-think-about-messing-with-me persona, I had no particular love for the law or for the career. Then I dabbled in several other fields — aging, teaching, public speaking, creative writing, personal training — but they all ultimately failed my Excel spreadsheet test.

About a year ago, while doing Internet research on the conundrum of why some people are motivated to eat right and exercise but most are not, I discovered my passion in life — Wellness Coaching. Somehow, guiding people through the process of changing their lifestyle habits fits me perfectly and has allowed me to turn a lifelong avocation into a business. The New Yorker in me is a little appalled at how Pollyannaish I sound when I describe what I now do for a living.

Perhaps I wasn’t as jaded as I thought I was. But I’m a little sad to have to resign from the New York cynics club. I’ve turned into a California wuss … and a happy one at that.

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5 Comments

  1. Thanks for sharing Lorie! It is always good to be reminded that it is never to late. As for the New Yorker in you, I do not think it ever leaves, but you obviously found a way to round off and soften those edges. That means there is still hope for the rest of us New Yorkers!

  2. Thanks for sharing, Lorie and Eric. As a “New Yorker” almost all my life it has at times been difficult to shed that “joie de skepticism” which is so much a part of our nature. However, when we do leave some of it aside, life is truly great! Plus a bit of that skepticism is never a cause for concern – and is usually extremely welcome!

  3. Phyllis,
    Thanks for commenting! One quality that New Yorkers have is “direct speak” which is prefer over the way people in CA talk. No time is wasted and a clear message is conveyed. I notice it every time I go back to visit.

  4. What a great story. Kudos to you for sharing it. I am one of those people that has that hard shell that only a few can penetrate…but they are and I found that I am a big ol’ marshmallow inside. Thanks again fellow New Yorker!

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