Friday, 28 November 2014
Word of the Week - Old
As predicted last week, this weeks word is old, however, I don't feel as bad about it as I was expecting too. I've been expecting it for a while you see, it nibbles away at you sometimes. When you are young birthdays are mostly a time of fun and celebration with lots of looking forward. Then you find yourself speeding towards old age and suddenly you wish the birthdays would just stop already. This wasn't a big birthday, that's next year, but it's one step towards it. I remember going to a 50th birthday party many moons ago and thinking why would anyone want to celebrate being THAT OLD! Ah the ignorance of youth. You have no choice, it's going to happen anyway, so why not make the most of it.
So, my birthday is over now and I'm a year older this Friday than I was last week. I don't really feel any different though. My main gift was to go and see Kasabian live at the LG arena. I've seen them several times before and I love them. I know they are not everyone's cup of tea and as a regular listener to Il Divo and Michael Buble, it does surprise people sometimes. Now, when I've seen them before it's been in smaller places like the NIA. So I was a little worried about the LG arena and it's hugeness, particularly as I'm not good in crowds. But on the night I really let my hair down and I was in the 'mosh pit' albeit not right in the middle, there were thousands there and most of them were behind me...eeek! The woman not far from me looked a fair bit older than me, and there were two guys in the seats to my right who had to be at least 20 years older than me!! Wow! If they can do it so can I. I had the time of my life.
The next day I was aching from being on my feet all night dancing but my head was clear and I was good.
This year, for a change, most of my family remembered my birthday without prompting. (not that I would prompt anyway, which is probably where I've always gone wrong.) I had some lovely gifts and cards. We had lunch out and a take out for dinner and I didn't have to do the washing up. It was a good day, and so what if I'm a year older, it happens to everyone.
So, my word is old but I still feel young, so it's not a bad word. And everytime I tell someone my age and they look shocked and reply "I didn't realise you were that old" I will take it as a compliment (whether they mean it or not!)
By the way, on my birthday the Little Man decided that I was 35, so if you don't mind, that's how old I will be for now.