Whilst at work today I chatted with my colleague about age and parents and what it’s like to grow older!
I’m not young, I’m half a century but neither am I old. I may have aches that I remember my Mother and Gran talking about. I sometimes need to use my hands to help me stand upright if I have been sitting or kneeling on the floor. Climbing the stairs can often be a painful experience.
I often laugh and joke with my husband that we will have Zimmer frame races when we are older. (I think I’ll win)
I read the poem earlier by ‘Jenny Joseph’ and smiled to myself.
I know one day I will become like this but I don’t care because I will still be young at heart no matter what I look like or how I wear my clothes!
Married with 3 grown up children, 2 dogs and a full time job. Wondering whether I'm at the time of life when your too old to be young but too young to be old!
Have a yearning to spend more time doing anything crafty but usually end up sitting sipping tea whilst watching TV and tapping away on my iPad!