A lifestyle blog from a forty-something mum

Showing posts with label Being happy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being happy. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 March 2017

When I Am Old...

Vintage, Volkswagen BeetleWhen I am old I shall drink Pimms from the teapot decanted into a fine
bone china cup.

I shall live by the sea and trade five a day for several measures of gin.

And swim every morning in the cold grey blue sea and given up hope that my hair will be anything but a tangled mess of frizz for the rest of my days.

I shall decorate the house with rabbit wallpaper and fill it with books and empty bottles of wine.

And share my life with a pug called Limoncello Belle Pugly instead of children who have grown and scattered to far flung shores.

Cute pug lying down

I shall shop daily for tidbits and eat brunch with the dog before taking a catnap.

And take long haul flights many times each year to check that the children are thriving and enjoying their lives.

I shall invite old friends to stay and reminisce about our former lives.

And recall all of the previous roles I have had... wife, mother, crazy cat lady, mentor, scientist, bottle washer. Jack of all trades, master of none at all.

I shall pootle about in a vintage car and get intentionally lost down winding country lanes to see where they go.

And invite lonely people to stay for Christmas and New Year to feast on recipes only I know - washed down with lots of wine.

I shall choose my next holiday destination by sticking a pin in a globe with my eyes tightly closed.

And create cake recipes with gin and whisky and rum and wine.

I shall not write lists any more. Making each day its own unfurling adventure instead.

Looking back on my life, I will smile and know that wine was the only thing keeping me sane.

I have travelled, volunteered and made amends for past grievances and realised that my hormones were mostly to blame.

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Monday, 9 March 2015

A Letter to my Sixteen-Year-Old Self

If you could write a letter to yourself at sixteen, what would it say? What valuable insight would you give to help you through the maelstrom that was your teenage years? Featuring letters from well-loved personalities, Dear Me: More Letters to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self is an anthology written by well-loved personalities to their teen selves. Honest, funny and insightful, it includes letters from J. K Rowling, Jodi Picoult and Hugh Jackman to name a few.
Here's mine:

Dear Izzie,

Wow, you're sixteen and have your whole life ahead of you. It's going to get easier I promise. 

First of all, don't grow up too fast. Experience more of what life has to offer and have fun along the way. Don't be afraid to make mistakes, it's how you'll learn what does and doesn't work for you and there's nothing wrong with reinventing your plans. Being a grown-up is so overrated at times and that's why it's important to make the most of your teen years. And stop hiding your petite figure under fisherman's rib jumpers borrowed from your dad's wardrobe - one day you will wish that you hadn't.

It's your dad's ambition for you to work in the medical profession. However, this is not your dream and it won't make you happy. You've always wanted to write for a living, so tell everyone to butt out and go for it.

The childhood you always wanted will be yours once you have children of your own. They will experience all the things you always wanted to do because you'll work hard and make it happen. You will love your children more than you have ever loved anyone else in your life. I know you don't think this is possible - believe me, it is.

In the meantime, care less about what others think and more about your own thoughts and beliefs. As you grow older what other people think won't bother you in the slightest and you won't be afraid to tell them so.

A face full of spots at 16, means that once you hit forty, your skin will be wrinkle-free. And one day you'll quit arguing with your sister and realise that your mum was right; your sister really is the best friend you could wish for.

In a couple of years you're going to be offered a job in New York. Who knows what will happen if you take a chance and say, "Yes?" If you turn it down, you'll never know. Your parents are going to be unimpressed, but will eventually forgive you, because that's what parents do.

At forty you're still going to love books and music, I guess some things never change.

Be happy,

Izzie x

Until next time...

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