Day 12

Turning 50

In 2023 I turn 50 and I kinda figured I would have my shit together my now. Truth is, I don’t think anyone ever truly has their shit together, or is at least very good at faking it.

I’m not worried about becoming 50, it’s only another day and just a number and I don’t feel like my life is reflected with a number.

There are definitely a significant amount of things I would like to do with my days, more than simply working and existing. I enjoy the creative process of various craft projects, but neither do I want this to consume my life else it just becomes another chore and I fear the passion will dwindle.

I’m just about rediscovering my joy for travelling and exhibitions once again (after the pandemic and before my injury) and this desire is still at the back of my mind, like an itch to be scratched and this in itself gives me motivation to heal.

Tomorrow is the first day back at work since my stupid fall and subsequent two weeks off work hobbling around and I’m looking forward to some normality, to be able to pop to an art exhibition in town, to visit my favourite pub to eat, to amble to the cinema for a film. These simple things I have missed, my freedom.

Perhaps my life is simply a happy mixture of all these elements, like a jack of all trades and master of none… Work, chores, crafts, adventures, freedom… And as I approach 50, I appreciate all these so much more as they make me who I am.