A funny thing happened on my way to retirement. I became a humor writer. It wasn’t part of some grand plan. Rather, it was a serendipitous occurrence born from the acute terror of not knowing what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
No longer was I Dr. Susan, speech pathologist, adjunct professor, and consultant. The challenge of a full-time job had been replaced by the challenge of discovering my comfort zone in this new phase of my life.
I finally had the time to do all those things I always wanted to do – if I could only remember what they were. Salvation came in the form of a writing class for beginners. I had once been a good writer, and I wondered if I still had the stuff.
It turned out I had a knack for creating humorous personal essays. In response to class assignments, I would turn inward, observing my own life with a comical eye.
I began writing about my marriage, about becoming an “older” woman, about friendships, the media, and about how, one summer, the birds ate my car. (The latter is a story for another day!)
Eventually, I created my own blog, where I continue to post my skewered takes on life, and have published two books. Who knew? So, move over Nora Ephron, Erma Bombeck, and Andy Rooney, and make some room for me!
In retrospect, I realized that humor had been an important tool for me even in my profession. As a practicing clinician, I worked in some pretty serious environments: hospitals, rehab centers, nursing homes.
My clients were adults who had acquired neurological disorders – such as a stroke or Parkinson’s disease – which affected their communication abilities and, in some cases, their cognitive functioning.
Employing a light touch before the hard work began was an effective ice breaker serving to establish rapport and putting the client, as well as family members, at ease. I think I knew, without knowing, the potential for humor to make human connection.
I borrowed the title phrase “Third Act” from a Ted Talk delivered by Jane Fonda in which she uses the term to refer to the last three decades of life, and all of the possibilities, as well as the vulnerabilities, therein.
It is a time in one’s life when it’s so easy to be negative. We become concerned about our wrinkles, our graying hair, about the Buddha belly that suddenly appeared where a flat stomach used to be.
We dread bathing suit season. Hearing aids and cataract glasses are our latest fashion accessories. We feel more susceptible to illness; perhaps some of our friends have already succumbed. We fear we are no longer relevant. So, where’s the punchline?
And speaking of punchlines, I want to mention the comedian Brett Leake, a stand-up comic who has muscular dystrophy. He coined an expression that, for me, has become inspirational: “When life throws you a punch, make punchlines.” Well, I wish I’d come up with that one!
There is a growing body of research on the role of laughter in healthy aging. Some of the benefits include:
My weapon of choice for facing Third Stage challenges has been observational comedy. This type of humor pokes fun at everyday life, often by inflating the importance of trivial things or by observing the silliness of something that society accepts as normal.
And while I’m not suggesting that we all audition for Saturday Night Live, I’d like to suggest some pointers we can include in our everyday lives, along with some examples.
We all look at the world in a variety of ways, but nothing is seen if we don’t look. So, don’t minimize the power of observation.
Share your embarrassing moments. The best way to take yourself less seriously is to talk about times when you took yourself too seriously.
Look for the humor in a bad situation, and you will uncover the irony and absurdity of life. An example: I was recently involved in a fender bender where, fortunately, no one was hurt. But my car was badly damaged.
It was the other guy’s fault. No really, it was. He failed to observe a “Yield” sign. We were shaken up and inconvenienced, but while waiting for the police, I figured out a way to blame the entire thing on my husband! Writing about this helped to diffuse an otherwise upsetting situation.
Keep things in perspective. Many situations in life are beyond our control – especially the behavior of other people.
Humor helps us look at our own imperfections, accept them, embrace them, and not take them so seriously. Another example: The outcome of my cataract surgery had good news and bad news. The good news: I could see better. The bad news: I could see better!
Humor points out the absurdity of some situations and allows us to see them and ourselves in a new way.
Your sense of humor is one of the most potent tools you have for coping. Don’t let it abandon you when things go wrong. And always remember – the power of humor is no laughing matter!
How often do you laugh? Do you prefer to wine when you find yourself in a bad situation? How do you think things will turn out if you laugh instead? Please share a recent story that had you wondering whether to laugh or else!
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I love all these articles about embracing aging with humour. No one gets out alive but while we are still here let’s make the most of every moment. Thank you to Margaret & all the writers. You make my day!😊
what I want to say here is thank you for all the wonderful advise and ideas and humor that shows that I am not the only one growing older with quesitons, concerns and oh dear, what now and how did I get here…thanks
I’ve enjoyed and laughed reading your very important article. I was always a laugher,loved to laugh like my mother and I was funny. My high school pupils laughed at my jokes as I’d promised extra credit to those that did,!
On days I couldn’t smile I’d prefer to remain indoors but as there was no choice i’d smile and as smiles go it went inside of me and the world seemed better.
I was widowed two years ago, grieving since, however I see that I’m getting my humor back and have even been surprised at hearing a laugh ,hey, that’s me again,I know her, she’s back!. I may not be a merry widow, but I love life.
Great fun is laughing and giggling with my grandchildren.They love my “laughter circle” when one begins to laugh , it gathers energy and voila , we’re all laughing, because laughter is contagious, healthy and binds us together.
I don’t laugh nearly enough. I tend to be a serious, introspective person. It’s difficult to find something to laugh about when the world is going to hell before your eyes. I admire people who can laugh and be positive but that’s just not me. I must admit when I have a good laugh, it feels great.
I found this article uplifting and resourceful.