I have written a few of these posts over the years, and thought it was time for another to reflect on who I am now, at fifty. You can read the others, here (2005), here (2006), here (2007), here (2013), and here (2015). And here we have the latest addition: older and no wiser at all.
- I have discovered that having a lady beard is a full time job. Me and my tweezers are best mates.
- I still can’t stand hearing people breathe. I want to stab them. It’s an issue really.
- I never sit in direct sunlight. Ever. And if you make me, I moan. A lot.
- Watching me eat corn on the cob could put you off me for life. No-one appreciates a buttery chin do they?
- I have a deep-rooted, probably deeply inappropriate passion for Harry Styles.
- I would like to be twenty-one again, Not sure I did it right the first time.
- I’m so very grateful that Mark and I have remained friends because it has made a world of difference to Finn’s security and sense of self.
- My whole outlook on life has changed recently. I feel hopeful again.
- I’m really, horribly, seriously bossy.
- I have given up cheese and I want you to know that I am DEVASTATED about it.
- I can’t believe no-one has ever told me I’ve got one slightly lazy eye.
- Despite it all, my heart is still firmly stitched to my sleeve. I won’t let life make me hard.
- I think I might make it law that all men must grow beards.
- I dance a lot. Mostly to this ludicrous tune. The women who live across the road must be regularly astonished.
- I can tell I’m coming alive again now I’m watching music again. Constantly.
- I’m not sure I have been able to make this house a home in the same way I did my little cottage.
- My recent break up has taught me how very loved I am by so many friends and family and I will never stop feeling grateful.
- I’m very dreadful at identifying my emotions. Some days I can’t differentiate between hunger and sadness. Weeping when a person could solve her problems with a baked potato is frankly ludicrous.
- I used to live in denim dungarees and cowboy boots.
- My Mum used to say “Don’t be so bloody ridiculous” all, the, time. And recently I’ve found myself channelling her. People ARE bloody ridiculous aren’t they?
- I like a good political debate. I can get quite argumentative about the matter. I sometimes draw diagrams.
- I miss Stevie, Ste’s son, more than I can explain. More than I can really bear to think about.
- I own the worlds ugliest dressing gown and I am going to wear it into fleecy holes. Don’t try and stop me.
- Watching wrestling is still my not so secret vice.
- The lane I live on is the noisiest lane in the entire world, The house literally shakes when lorries fly by.
- 35 year old me was the best version of me so far. I’m summoning her back.
- Folding laundry makes me want slap people. I’m sorry, I know I am the vintage housekeeper but even I must not perpetuate the myth that anything beyond hanging it on the line is fun.
- I am on yet another Most Haunted bender. The sheer nonsense of it still makes me laugh.
- I’m so ready to laugh again.
- But I’m so sad that I sold my little house. T’was all manner of foolish and I deeply regret it.
- I am DREADING Finn going to university. And SOOOO excited for him! What on earth will I do with an empty nest?
- I’m not a meat and two veg kinda woman. I like little plates of tiny nibbles.
- The white noise of a fan knocks me out in minutes, But it’s no fun in the depths of Winter.
- It struck me recently that I can do anything and go anywhere now can’t I? A blank page on which to write a new story!
- I really hate the smell of eggs being boiled. Is it egg or bubbling pan that stinks?
- My high school art teacher spent six years being disappointed in me. Is there anything worse than being disappointing? I’ve been a bit disappointed in myself ever since.
- My university dissertation was a study of appearance and authenticity in female middle age. Can’t believe I’m so old I could be my own subject now.
- You have never seen anything quite as ragey and dramatic as me trying to escape a wasp in the car.
- I’m blown away by how we teach our children to be good humans and then at some point they take over and start teaching us how to be better too.
- My phone is a major addiction. I’m truly worse than a teenage girl at the moment and should probably have it confiscated asap so I can be a grown-up again.
- I’m a Winter person.
- Sometime I stare too long while I’m trying to process what has just come out of your mouth. I suspect it might be a bit disconcerting. Sorry.
- Losing
fortyfifty-six pounds recently has reminded me that we are more than just our muddled heads. - I mix my words up endlessly. Who knows what will come out of my mad mouth next?
- Finley tells me I don’t use my “jokey” face enough, so he can’t tell whether I’m serious or not. Please let it be known that I am always joking, only all my jokes are serious.
- I’m not a very high maintenance woman. Truth be told I look like Mad Mary most of the time.
- I once had a dream my Nana was a jar of Hellman’s mayonnaise and I’ve been struggling to add it to my tuna ever since.
- I feel like I’m on the edge of my very own middle-aged lady renaissance. Watch this space.
- I get horrendous restless legs and often lie on the floor with my twitching legs slung against the chair to watch TV. Elegance is my middle name don’t you know?
- I need to get better at discerning truth and lies. I’m horribly trusting. Too often to my own detriment.
- The idea of dating even the nicest men of the interwebs again gives me horrors. I’m not as confident as I used to be. But none of us know what is around the corner do we?
- My drink of choice? Yup still Bathtub Gin with elderflower tonic please?
- There are some downright WONDERFUL women in my family. I come from lovely stock,
- I miss tiny Finn and little boy Finn, but nearly a man Finn is the best yet. I have been so blessed by him.
- I still stand by Doctor Who’s philosophy: try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. I’m doing my best. But heckity pie life makes it challenging!
- I am OBSESSED by Brandon Flower’s hand movements in the Mr Brightside video. Obsessed I tell you. I love hands and I love those who use them expressively.
- I would like to go back and do art school again. It was the most challenging, exhausting year of my life and it taught me so much about discipline and discernment.
- Is this what happens when you get older? Do you start wishing for re-do’s of all that is long gone? Perhaps this is just a temporary frame of my mind while my world is in flux…
- I am suddenly astonished by how accepting of terrible things I have been.
- I almost never iron anything. This is a CRUMPLED house,
- I like being snuggled up watching Gogglebox on a Friday might. It’s my favourite hour of the week.
- Two of my bestest friends are women I went to school with and I talk to a man I went to school with daily. Old friendships matter don’t they?
- I have developed a new passion for yoghurt after a life long refusal to have anything to do with the matter. Clearly ANYTHING is possible these days.
- I hate wearing a bra. In fact come in to my house on any given day and you will probably happen across one slung across a chair, where having coped with wearing one for the sake of public decency, I have taken it off and flung it across the room the minute I walk through the door.
- I am still absolutely terrified of snow.
- I love the village I live in. Never thought I would, but I am happy here.
- Me and sleep are not good friends. Recently I’ve been lying awake absolutely FUMING with the whole world, until I finally drop off at about five. It’s all manner of anxious hell.
- I’ve suddenly become crazy worried about getting old… not about wrinkles and grey hair, but about security and infirmity. I’m hoping this too will pass as I get more clarity on my next move.
- Recently my nose has become deeply intolerant of my beloved essential oils.
- I might be fifty, but I’m not sure I’m quite grown up yet.
- Finn and I have got a running joke about most people in Mexico getting their haircut on the same day. I still don’t understand it.
- I like Pepperami’s more than I should. But hey, we all have our vices don’t we?
- Yup. Still wearing Obsession perfume. I feel like I’m wearing someone else’s clothes if I try anything else.
- I wish my Dad lived closer. but in the next year, he will be moving to the very end of the country and will feel a million miles away. Sad face.
- I have got more opinions about Doctor Who than you might imagine I would have. I am (accidentally) the font all Whovian knowledge.
- I have developed something my doctor describes as AN OLD LADY mole on the side of my face. AN OLD LADY MOLE! She doesn’t mince her words, that woman.
- I LOVE my doctor. She is sweary, and silly and SO supportive.
- I haven’t left this country for eighteen years. That’s crackers. There’s a world out there!!
- I wish I was better with social media stuff. But Instagram and Facebook just slip my mind completely.
- I want an air fryer. Somebody buy me an air fryer (and tell me what to do with it??)
- I’m horribly worried about living by myself in September.
- I love coal tar soap – it smells like CLEAN to me,
- I have a lady crush on Mae Martin.
- Sensory overload makes concerts in stadiums all manner of hell on earth for me. I fainted sitting down last time I went to one. #dramaqueen
- I’m deaf as a post, but if there is a daddy-long-legs in the house you can bet your bottom dollar I will HEAR it and make a huge fuss until someone carries it out.
- I am nesh,
- Put me in a room full of people and a button goes off in my head and before I know it I am Liverpool’s answer to Dame Edna Everage. And somewhere in my head I listen to myself in make em laugh mode in absolute astonishment. What’s all that about?
- I am really, really shy. Honest.
- Songs are a kind of poetry to me. Even if its just Yungblud telling me he is the original loser. Bless him.
- I want passion now. Its not too late is it?
- Coffee makes my heart bang. A complete bummer really because I love it.
- I will always be sad about not having a second child.
- But so grateful that Finn has a little brother regardless and for a while had a step-brother he adored.
- I still wear a “uniform” of black vest and black trousers most days (I’m a female Steve Jobs).. They are just baggier than they used to be which might mean changing the habit of a lifetime soon. Imagine that!
- I’m not sure who I am anymore. I’m quite enjoying it.
- My Finn wrote a poem about me for my fiftieth birthday and it still makes my eyes well up every time I read it: Have you seen her? She’s fifty, but looks thirty/ When she walks she flows, when she smiles, she glows/ Does she know?/ Have you heard her, she speaks her own language but/ When she talks, you grow (We should all take notes)/ Does she know?/Have you met her, you should/I wish you could… We are all so grateful, does she know?
- I met a man last week who said “Heaven’s To Betsy”. He was Lady ME! I should have adopted him. Or married him.
- I am NOT enjoying the whole peri-menopause business. My Mum surely lied about “hardly noticing it”?
- I am horribly scared of filling the car (the she-shed) with petrol. I have absolutely no idea why. What’s the worst that could happen??
- All these years later, I still feel so blessed by being able to make a living here at Brocante.
- But it is Finn who is the love of my life. He is my rock, my cheerleader, my inspiration and a six foot tall lesson in how to live as authentically and wholly as possible.