Well there I was back in January, entering my 50’s with such vision of becoming the ‘best version of myself’ (too many self help books me thinks!). So far that has not quite happened. How the hell did April suddenly arrive? without warning me that we are already more than a quarter through the year….. So how does being 50 feel? The night sweats are increasing, my short term memory is decreasing, my eyesight appears to have given me the opportunity to own reading glasses that would not go amiss on a Buggles video (you need to be certain age to understand that reference!), my once slim(ish) figure has been sponsored by Warburtons (slightly doughy with my arse having the appearance of a crumpet) and my patience for dealing with dick heads has completely disappeared… but with all those little irritations, being 50 allows me to be me and not give a shit what anyone else thinks, and that’s extremely liberating…..
Absolutely on the comment – what people think…
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Its an age thing and a realisation that most people you deal with are just winging it!
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