“I just don’t get the same energy and inspiration from women my own age.”
She looked at me, wanting to disagree, but realized I was probably speaking some form of truth. She is 6 years younger than my 54 years and recognized some uncomfortable truths in my descriptions of women in my proximate age group.
“They’re less energetic, less creative, whiny and often bitter.” I often feel much younger than my 54 years.
“You realize that women in your age-group are likely experiencing menopause, right?” She said this and then caught herself offering more of an excuse than an explanation.
“That may be true, but frankly I don’t care about the cause. I don’t want to spend time with women with that kind of energy. It does not inspire me, motivate me, or make me feel happy. Why would I choose any kind of relationship with a woman who makes me feel this way?”
She was stranded with the truth.
I love my sisters. I would never leave them stranded. “You are not representative of the women my age that I meet. You are happily married and are a model of a healthy marriage for me. If menopause causes you some disarray in your emotions, you are handling it well as far as I can see.” I looked her straight in the eyes so she could see that I was speaking from my heart.
“But I have spent time with women my age, and also with women who are many years younger. I have noticed a remarkable difference, and an affinity with the younger women.”
She smiled at me. “It’s true, you have a much younger and spirited soul than your age.”
Then she took my hand and looked into my eyes. “You should follow your instincts.”