During my last adventure in moving, the crew somehow managed to mangle a piece of furniture I had carried with me through several previous moves.  It was a somewhat odd piece; a bit of wrought iron in an interesting shape holding what was basically a metal tray at the top, and then sprayed black.  Sounds ugly, but it was actually interesting.

When I opened the box it was supposed to be in, all that remained was the metal bottom, now squashed together and no sign of the top.  I’m not sure how they managed to do this, but it was done. I kept the mangled iron piece, as it just seemed like the right thing to do.  In my new digs, I put the piece in the yard, thinking maybe it could be some kind of yard art or a vessel for a vine to cling to.

A few years pass.  And the piece is just leaning against the fence, looking lost. I’m thinking it’s starting to suggest I’m collecting junk for the sake of collecting junk. So I go out one day and pick it up, and inspect it again.

It’s still interesting.  In fact, in many ways, it’s downright beautiful.  A little scarred.  A  bit more rusted.  But actually an elegant design that begs to be seen. 

I carry it inside my house.

I’ve always loved art with texture…tapestry, fiber, something I can put my hands on.  I like unexpected things.  I like found objects. So hey…what about that empty space on that wall?  Where I’ve been hoping to find something I like to put there, yet finances have kept me from really pursuing anything?

You guessed it.  I hung it. And I LOVE it.

And even if no one else understands, I do.

It made me think.  If we can repurpose objects that have been mangled or abused, why can’t we repurpose ourselves?  We get older, and we start feeling like we don’t fit in.  We want to get involved in new projects and groups and we are timid to do so because someone will think “we’re old.” 

Our careers come to a stopping point, often by no choice of ours, and we have to find part-time employment.  Yet we have anxiety about walking into a business and inquiring if they need help, because we know we’ll be years older than the person standing there.

Or maybe we are just ready to “repurpose” ourselves, but we’re not sure we know how.  Can we really do that?  Is it ever too late to shake off some of the rust and get back out there?

It’s funny how time works. When we’re in our 20s and 30s the road just seems to stretch out forever.  Then we get to the 40s and 50s and it feels like everything is speeding up.

Then the 60s come and we would give anything to have 20 years back (and our waistline).

Where did it all go?  And what lies ahead?  If all we really have is right now, this minute, then does any of that really matter?  Maybe the best use of our energy is just making it right now, whatever that is.

Check out what author and educator Nancy K. Schlossberg wrote in a 2018 Market Watch article:

“When Mikhail Baryshnikov, then age 62, danced at the 2010 Ringling Museum International Festival, he came onto a plain stage with nothing but a screen. He started dancing to a video of a young man dancing. And the young man was Baryshnikov at a much earlier age. He danced to his younger self. You saw three dancers-the younger, the older and the shadow. He no longer leapt in the air but he still created a thrilling performance. He had style.”

As baby boomers and beyond, we’ve earned the right to be whoever we choose to be, and if that means a newer, “repurposed” version of ourselves, then bring it on.  We’re still handsome.  We’re still beautiful.  We’re still spirits in the universe.

Life really is a kaleidoscope. And each time we turn it, we see new things. New shapes. New beauty. And that includes us.

Make each day your masterpiece. John Wooden