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.

The Reading Residence


  1. November 28, 2014 / 12:38 pm

    You're only as old as you feel…hehehe Happy belated birthday!

    • November 28, 2014 / 4:57 pm

      I like the saying, you're only as old as the man you feel…hehehe especially as I have a toyboy 😉

  2. November 28, 2014 / 6:53 pm

    The older I get the more I realise age is just a number. It sounds like you had a lovely birthday x

  3. November 28, 2014 / 8:55 pm

    Yes, be 35! Glad you had a fab night out and that you don't actually feel bad about another birthday. I like my birthdays, but maybe the time will come when I don't…we will see…! Thanks for sharing with #WotW

  4. November 29, 2014 / 7:27 pm

    Happy 35th birthday! I love to watch live bands and I miss doing it. I also prefer more intimate venues but the ones with lots of people is nice as well. #wotw

  5. November 30, 2014 / 6:22 am

    Happy belated 35th birthday! I just keep turning 25 despite being born over 40 years ago. Although, the number makes us all "feel" old in reality I think my mentality is often still stuck in my 30s and some days I do act like I'm 25. Gotta love Little Man for deciding from now on you are to be turning 35…my kids just say, "Dang Mom your getting to be soooooo old!" I just laugh because one day it will be my turn to tease them about their "middle" aged birthdays.

    Stopping by via #WotW.


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