Well here I am, here we are, we made it!
You spend your childhood waiting for the next 'big' birthday wishing your tender life away, double figures, teenager, 16th, 18th, 21st then it stops. You don't really like the prospect of delving into real 'adulthood' its daunting and quite frankly depressing. But do we ever truly grow up in our minds? I'd like to hope not but that life makes us re assess the way we do things as we grow older in body to enable us to get through it.
By now you may have acquired a companion, kids or may still be enjoying (or not) single life. Whichever of these your at Is where your supposed to be whether you like it or not.
So lets say your a parent, you find yourself saying all the things your parents said for example 'put that down, you look with your eyes not your hands' as you clearly ignoring this statement in a shop yourself, looking at something you know you cannot afford yet need to know the price.
Or 'you don't know your born!' What a stupid statement to make when clearly your child is aware they are a living organism as you spend 80% of their day making them wish they were not with all the 'rules and regulations'.
What about this one 'wait till you father gets home' ! Then what? What actually happens once the 'threat' has been made? Usually nothing due to our ageing brain causing us to forget the said threat and reason for it before he does return home.
You have a moment in the midst of all these illogical sayings when you stop, pause and realise "I have become my mother/father"
Then there is the wardrobe situation, when the fashion becomes too revealing at 'our age' or two young, or too uncomfortable. When is the actual cut off point? As your going through your clothing cull of band T-Shirts and silly quoted ones or the slightly tighter than when you bought them dresses you spot it! There it is staring at you. You don't know when you bought it, where or why but you have it regardless! The 'uniform' item of clothing you acquire in your 30's . . . . . THE ALL WEATHER WATERPROOF WALKING JACKET!
I mean why did we never feel the need to be weather savvy or sensible before our 30's? When did we suddenly decide we needed this item and practically wear it at all times?
There are more serious issues we face and ponder in our 30's such as 'Have I enough money to secure mine/our future?' 'When will I be able to retire? Will we have enough money to retire?' 'What have I done with my life?' 'My bones ache' 'When did I stop being able to run anywhere?' 'My neighbours are possible Aliens with absolutely no degree of socialisation what so ever!' (OK maybe that last one was a slight exaggeration but you get the idea).
Then it begins, the 'Sunday afternoon' syndrome! Not only do you fall asleep at the drop of a hat (also known as a Nana nap) , you feel it necessary to frequent garden centres and home improvement shops on this day of so called rest. You look at outrageously overpriced products to fill (clutter) your humble abode with, argue with whomever you went with about what colour, size or material and how many of each. You take a frustrating stroll through the Isles several times before finding what you want but don't actually buy anything in case you see it cheaper anywhere else!
And there is the 'drive' out. Not going anywhere in particular just 'having a look'. You used to take your kids to the park, the funfair, the beach. When did looking at a small village and churchyard become an acceptable trip out to children? You battle to stay awake all day and suddenly feel the cloud of Monday morning loom over you dragging you into a mild depression knowing it will all begin again tomorrow! Packing lunch boxes, getting uniforms and clothes ready for the next day, realising there is no milk 5 minutes after the shop shuts early as it's Sunday.
But despite the negative thoughts we persist on having about the day to day drudgery of life we can smile and fill our hearts with the knowledge we have made it this far, we are survivors, winners and amazing human beings.
Thanks for reading!
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