I don’t feel my scary age, in fact I feel younger than I did 5 years ago. This may be due to the fact that I ditched an overworking motor bike riding husband, left a career so stressful it hurt my liver and am now in a daily environment with a bunch of young things who are so vibrant and amazing they leave me feeling like I am one of them!
I thought having a party to celebrate this may be a great idea, help me forget about my impending campervan doom; But alas, the lead up to said party is proving to be quite aging – what will I wear? Do I dress how I feel in funky killer cleavage enhancing, age pervading black, or do I succumb to my 36 years of life and dress as though I have learnt something about style and that colour isn’t scary, and that perhaps covering the cleavage is rather stylish and super sexy?
Next question, how do I not drink so much to drown my sorrows that I forget I am 36 and that I have guests at my party who have in my 18 years of legal alcoholic abuse held my hair out of the toilet, and put a pillow under my head in times of “I’m never drinking again” moments.
And then the biggest question of all – how do I cope with waking up the morning after, in black clothes, with memories of my head in the toilet and a pillow under my head moaning “I’m never drinking again”…
All that said, 36 is the new 16 for me… a new love that goes much deeper than my first love, a new job where I am the oldest not the youngest, yet still not the most mature and of course I now know how to play like a 16 year old, knowing the consequences, but doing it anyway!
