Some things deteriorate as they age. Salad, for example. Buy a bag of spinach and leave it in the fridge for a week and I would bet money on the fact that you won’t want to eat it. It will have produced its own liquid and gone all wilted and look gross. Same with a glass of juice. Mmmmmm, juice. Nice when you have just poured it, but two days later when you wake up in the night with a thirst like you haven’t had fluid in days, it’s not the best thing you will have ever imbibed.
But some things get better with age. Fine wines and cheeses for example (it always comes back to cheese. Me and our Emma have already planned Christmas with a cheese board). And me. I honestly think that as I get older, I get better.
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I think it’s because I care less. When I was younger I would stress about the finer details of everything; why did that happen? What was the outcome? Could I have changed it? Now I simply don’t care. Don’t get me wrong, when life knocks me or my faith in people is questioned I get sad, but I am tougher than I used to be. Like an old bread roll! 🙂 I think I believe more in the path that we are on, and although you follow one signpost or another, you are still rolling with the punches of something that is already set for you. I feel that as I age I am more able to actually say what I want to say, rather than just thinking it, and if I am unhappy about a situation, I will let you know.
And I believe that honesty is the best policy. The honest truth might hurt a bit but when people say that they lied to protect the person they were lying too, they are guilty of fibbing again. A lie very rarely protects someone, just prolongs the eventuality of them finding out the truth in the first place. And a lie comes with more feeling and emotion, like a group of girls on their way off for a week in the sun. Baggage. Packed so tight that if you push it too hard, pants fly all over the place.
So people, I am back to my normal self. This constantly second guessing myself is tiring and so im going back to the me I was before my life decided to have a brief hibernate. I’m surrounding myself with the people that make me happy, and disassociating myself with the people who don’t. I’m unzipping the shell and emerging, like a pheonix from the flames. Yay! How exciting! This is starting with a weekend of yoga with Emma, seeing my mother, meeting friends for coffee, dancing in my PJs and carving pumpkins. Spending time with my sister, swimming and catching up. Bliss.
I’m back, y’all!!
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