Happy Birthday
Where does each year go? It is so true that as you get older times slips through your fingers quicker than sand.
Of course for the OCD challenged individual (aka Moi!), due to my obsessive desire to plan and be organised, time contracts like nothing on earth.
Unusually for me this year I have not quite finished my Christmas shopping. It is a fact that, for the last, oh eon years, I have, by this time, not only done all my shopping but wrapped it all up.
My sister, considerably more laid back than me (but then most people are) tells me I could speed the whole thing up by simply opening them individually afterwards.
All this aside though, and long may it last, but when do you actually start feeling your age? Or maybe you never do. I quite like being well, shall we say 25 ish! Then again just think what you would have missed, all that experience (otherwise known as co**ing it up) all those great nights with family and friends and, of course, all the amazing moments watching my children turn into fabulous adults and making me prouder than anything I have ever achieved, personally or professionally.
Of course at 25 I was filled with anticipation, had amazing plans and unlimited ambition – but come to think of it I still seem to have retained those so I guess that’s not an issue either.
I didn’t look quite the same then as I do now but, for me anyway (and particularly so of late), I have found myself not at all unhappy with who I am and for, most of the time, I quite like myself.
Whether this is a confidence that comes with age I couldn’t really say but whatever it is its quite satisfying.
