Embracing Middle Age
And with this post I draw the line under a brilliant weekend of birthday celebrations.
- I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
- I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
- I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
- I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
- I wish I had let myself be happier.
Not that I am dying – but you never know, seriously – when the ground is going to swallow you up, when the vehicle you are travelling in is going to blow up, when a helicopter is going to fall out of the sky onto you, when a car is going to crash into your house, when you are going to fall ill and have to face illness /death…
I think that my birthday party pretty much checked off all of the potential regrets – give or take a few philosophical quibbles with them.
- In my mid-life jubilee I have not taken on much paid work – although I have worked just as hard on other things and had a lot of fun.
- I don’t hold with “to thine own self be true” because I think it is subjective postmodernist bunk – but I don’t think the cabaret acts that I did at my party were what anyone would have necessarily expected to see… like…. Ever
- Feelings? Yes, I have feelings, but “expressing” them as I think the regret means would come into a clash with regret number 2.
- As for staying in touch with my friends, the party was one way to get a lot of people together and it was great to have all four decades represented by fun, interesting people, their partners and children.
- Happier? I can’t think of a single thing I could do to generate more happiness. I was given roller skates!
What a riot. So, if you’re feeling down – I recommend: make a song and dance about it; make an exhibition of yourself.