When I was in first grade I was terrified about moving up to second grade. I thought the kids looked so big and capable and that there was no one there who would be my friend. I wasn’t able to think ahead that I, too, would be older and more capable by the time I got there. I simply projected the me I was then into the future. And although I was young and naive at 7 years old, I do think this happens all the time in varying ways and at varying ages.
Seeing change in ourselves is difficult, as we’re used to being the person we’ve been. But seeing ourselves as we’ll be in the future is even more difficult. Predicting ourselves as how we’ll be in a year, or even more challenging, a few years time, we tend to simply project who we are now forward.
At work, in training young psychology interns and medical professionals, I talk with them all the time about their insecurity. Most of us have experienced what is known as imposter syndrome. We see ourselves as the inexperienced person in a role that feels hard to imagine us being competent in. We have doubts about our ability to grow and evolve to become what we’ll be. We’re forced to have faith in a process of maturity and the internalization of experience. When I hear interns talk about their fears in becoming licensed, I have to remind them that they’ll be a different person by the time that happens: more competent, capable, and by then they’ll be teaching the new group of interns entering the program. That is what the intern year is about and they have to trust the growth process.
But the flip side is also true. We have trouble trusting the aging process in terms of our own decline. We see ourselves as we are now in the future. It’s scary and unpleasant to acknowledge the process of aging when we’re in the final acts of it. At this point, I can joke about having my mini donkeys pull my wheelchair or having to yell so my husband can hear. It’s easy to laugh about it when it seems like a distant future. But there are apparent truths I must face now that feel heavier. My identity is changing, both in how I see myself, but in how others see me. I am an older person at work now and am shifting to letting younger people have opportunities. I notice myself pulling back for their sake, but also for my own. They’re more capable than me in many areas now and their ambition is palpable and forms the foundation for the future. My work/life balance priorities feel different. My identity is expanding and my willingness to adapt to a culture or decision process I don’t fully agree with is less flexible.
Looking back five years ago when my husband and I started seriously thinking about a plan for retirement, my view of who I would be even now wasn’t accurate. I ache more, I forget more, I’m less willing in some areas and more in others than I thought I’d be. My predictions were on target in some areas and but not at all in others. But it does feel really good to have started a plan that serves as a bit of a safety net for how we‘ll handle the inevitable changes that we both fear and look forward to.
Most all of us go through this with our aging parents. It’s so damn painful to watch our once strong leaders struggle and weaken. When we first started planning for my mother coming to live with us in California, she joked about becoming the “old lady up the hill.” But in time, it did happen, but not as we thought it would. And much, much sooner due to her disease. One of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do was take away her car keys. And then her cane to use a walker, and then her walker to use a wheelchair. She didn’t see the need and was angry and closed off to speaking about it. The saddest part was knowing how years earlier her younger self would not have wanted to put me in this position.
And this leads me to what prompted me in thinking about all of this. The debate. It broke my heart, as it did to many who respect and admire Joe Biden. It makes me wonder if the people around him love him enough to confront his truth or if they are vested in keeping him in power for their own self interest. No person wants to see themselves as they are when they face decline, let alone predict future decline. But if we are lucky enough to live long enough, it will happen, guaranteed. How we handle it will be our legacy.