I'm a little late getting here today but for good reason. I woke up to a surprise email from a friend half way around the world, I had a lovely conversation with you, I got a call from S and a barrage of text messages so I'm actually feeling quite special just now. I'm a year older today as you know, or I will be at 5.55pm but I don't feel any different than yesterday, and I wonder just when do you feel older? Do you get to eighty and still feel twenty-four?
I'm wondering what the coming year will bring and I'm quite looking forward to it. I had a conversation with a friend in work not so long ago. She's two years younger than me and her birthday is two days after Christmas. We were discussing how we both loath New Year and we discovered we had the same reasons, you thought you'd be in a different place by X, ( for X, insert year or age as desired.) You ponder on all the things you haven't done, all the things you should have done or would have done differently. For my friend, she unfortunately has her birthday right on top of New Year and so gets a double whammy of "what ifs" and "what nows."
I can totally see how this is hard for her and I don't know that I'd handle it any better if I was faced with a December birthday, but while New Year remains an event at which I like to practice Olympic standard wine tasting, I'm feeling in quite a happy place now that my birthday is here. Things could be better but whatever the coming year brings, I'll deal with it.
A little boy in his pushchair is being pushed out of Starbucks by Dad while Mum holds the door. He's shouting "bye" to everyone and anyone, that's me and the staff, so I give him a smile and a wave and he continues to wave and hold my gaze as he's pushed past the window where I'm sitting until he's almost out of sight, and then he blows me a kiss. It's a good day.
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