Tomorrow I will be aging a year. At the moment I am not too impressed with this aging lark and the only consolation is that I will be moving to an even number. I like even numbers; I dislike odd numbers because ….well they are odd. Everyone keeps saying life begins at 40 and until recently I didn’t really get what they meant. I think I do now. In my first year of being in my 40’s I was smugly pa-pooed all comments of being 40. I didn’t feel any different to when I was in my 30’s. The following year was a bit different. It was as if my body had suddenly cotton on to what was going on. Grey hairs started springing up in places I didn’t want them. My arms started to shorten and I couldn’t read things as clearly anymore. The floor has started to get further away too and seems to take an age to get down there…and the journey back up takes just forever. And as bones creak, muscles twang and things droop I have started to realise it’s all not going to go away and life is racing by. I have to fit in all the things I want to do before I am too old or too cynical to do any of it. So like does begin at 40 or rather the realisation there is a sense of urgency to fit it all in has begun.
With all this ‘life speeding’ stuff going on, I have a few requests or birthday wishes that if some fairy godmother could just wave her magic wand over, would make things so much easier.
I wish that when I wake up in the morning, it being my birthday and all that, I would really like it if the fairies have been in overnight and put that box of hair dye that’s been sat in the bathroom cabinet for the last 6 months on my head and covered the grey. Whilst the fairies are doing their thing, could they make my hair another 6 inches longer? Actually best make it 10 inches longer. I am getting bored of waiting for it to grow.
Could the lovely fairies also do a bit of a wardrobe sort? I really need a complete wardrobe overhaul and for it to be full of lovely clothes that fit and suit me.
Talking of clothes fitting, could the fairies chuck a load of their magic fairy dust over me and melt away the 1 and ½ stone I want to lose. I am seriously getting pissed off with 3lbs off, 3 lbs on, 3 lbs off, 3lbs on. It’s getting boring and predictable. I think the only thing I have left to give up is food and I really don’t want to do that.
Lastly if the fairies have any time and magic dust left they could do with a quick sprinkle around the house. Its tidyish but I really could do with some new furniture as some of it is starting to look more weathered than me. I know shabby chic is all the rage but either I or the furniture seems to be carrying it off too well.
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