Accepting me
This week, I click over another year on the speedometer.
Is life like a car?聽 Shiny and new to begin with, then over time, it gets a little ding here and there. Every couple of years it gets a fresh coat of paint and the wheels changed. It feels like it鈥檚 brand new again.
This car has been around the block a couple of times and I鈥檓 happy where I鈥檓 parked at the moment. Things couldn鈥檛 be brighter, with work still pouring in. Maybe a trip to the US with my fabulous Convicts, to hopefully bring home the Cup again. My puppy Maxwell has finally stopped peeing on the coffee table when no one is watching.
It seems everything is coming up roses.
Could it be that, although many say younger is better, older is where it鈥檚 at?聽 Cracking the 36 mark, I feel like I鈥檓 in the swing of things. Something comes up and it鈥檚 dealt with straight away.
My younger years seemed to be filled with stress and worry. How am I going to pay this, where am I going to put that, when am I going to have time to do it? I would be in a panic most weeks, trying to put it all together.
It all seems very simple now 鈥� paid that, that goes there, and I did that yesterday!
A well-oiled, slightly larger than original model. Maybe I鈥檝e made peace with who I am, accepting that I am me, and nothing is going to change it.
I know now that I need to work hard at the gym or I put lots of weight on, my hair is getting thin, I probably will never have a flat stomach, I love my career and will change it for nobody, my room is always going to be a mess, if I ever retire from my work I鈥檓 going to be very hairy, I love to eat, I swear way too much, I don鈥檛 drink, I love my friends and family, I love my dog and my cat, I鈥檓 always on time, protein shakes give me gas, I don鈥檛 smoke, I love to dance like a crazy person, I have grey hair everywhere, I love to sleep in.
Maybe it鈥檚 the accepting that the bad really isn鈥檛 that bad, that makes life that much easier. Happy Birthday to me, let鈥檚 eat, drink and be merry!
