This year I will be fifty something. Which to me sounds horribly old. But so long as I don't look at my hands and neck I can carry on thinking I'm still in my thirties and nothing has changed.
For fifteen years I have worked in 'Change'.
So how do I feel about Change myself? It's like I have two personalities (some would say they've known that for years) - one who loves change and the other who is shit-scared of it. I guess we're all the same really - no one can truly love change in its entirety. We all have a favourite spot on the sofa and get quietly pissed off when someone sits there. Moving to a Life in Wales was one of my life's biggest changes (but doesn't compare with bringing your first child home from hospital). The move was a gamble - what if we hated life in the country, what if we missed the Altrincham vibe, what if the Welsh spiders are just so much bigger?... And the worst one...what if I get bored and miss TKMaxx too much? How am I doing? The move to Wales hasn't just been about a new house with a view - it's been a complete overhaul of my everyday. I have a new-found need to enjoy every minute. I feel relaxed, fitter and happier. I don't care that I don't have a full-time job. And I don't ever want one again. I am fifty-something for goodness sake - I am SICK of the machine. I have more confidence that I have something to offer the world:
Anyway - I am embracing this change... In other news:
Today's photo...my blogging partner and the reason for any weird typos.
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