There are signs.
Wrinkles. That errant and recurring single black hair on my chin which can reach surprising lengths before being discovered. Singing incorrect lyrics to young people's popular tunes. Becoming less self-conscious about dancing in supermarkets or sitting in the front row. Inappropriately dressing for comfort over style. Calling people 'darls' as I have potentially forgotten their actual name.
But I suspect that one of the best things happening to me as I get older is that I am just beginning to get the teeniest hint of insight into the difference between giving up and letting go.
3 comments:
I sympathise with you about the chin hair, it's sneaky. But feeling more centered is a great perk in getting older.
I called a student 'dear' the other day.
Then I called someone a 'junior colleague' ... Without irony.
That same junior colleague told me he went out every night of Junction, drinking and partying and I felt really tired and a bit bored at the thought of it.
I'm not so embarrassed about farting in public. (That's a bad kind of letting go.)
But I'm a much nicer person than I was when I was 25, energetic and hot.
Kris
I love this. You've summed it up perfectly.
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