Today is my birthday and I’m taking that big step into the next decade.
I’m not actually sure how I can possibly be 50. I mean I don’t feel 50. I hope I don’t look 50 – at least on a good day. I’m not sure I do the stuff that 50 year olds do….Inside I feel about 25….
Do you remember when we were young and our mothers hit 50 – I think I was 14…..I remember thinking that 50 was REALLY OLD. People were just older younger then if you get what I’m rabbiting on about. They wore tweed skirts, had perms, tutted at anything even remotely cool we bought with our pocket money, had no idea who the people on Top of the Pops were and were just well, frumpy and middle aged.
I’m glad those days are over. I don’t want to have one of those perms like the Queen and go gracefully grey. I want to stay disgracefully blonde(ish) and run in the woods until I’m 80. I want to go to cool movies with my kids and experiment with technology and gel nails. I want to dance to Robbie Williams, eat sushi and just chill.
And I shall……
(Sorry for the blogging absences of late. I somewhat underestimated the time I had available (non-working) to prepare for Christmas and ended up a tad frazzled. I gave myself permission to sshhhh let things go a little……
It’s called cutting some slack for the almost to be 50′s
It was great!
But I’m back…or at least trying to be. The intention is there. Can’t promise more than that )