I don’t want to get old

I look at young men on the train (how’s that for an opening line to a post!), and by young I mean late 20’s, and can see my son as one of those men. That, my friends, frightens me.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was looking at those men thinking, ‘whey hey, he’s…..’ actually I’ll save that for another time.

My point is, time flies. That may sound rather dramatic as my son is only three years old but those three years have flown by. Although granted, at the time, the sleepless nights didn’t always feel like they were flying.

I am loving this stage of my live, my 30’s I guess you would them, (early 30’s for the record) but every now and then I get that pang of sadness. Oh, to be young again. And by young I mean 20’s. Pre-children 20’s. When I loved the daily commute, without a real care in the world. Living for each moment and worrying only about where to go drinking after work and at the weekend.

I don’t want to grow up this quick and I certainly don’t want my son to.

Every day is precious. If only we realised this when we were in our carefree youth. We spend half our lives wanting to grow up; so we can drive, legally drink and move out. We have a tendency to wish our lives away; end a long hard-working days, get the children to bed quicker and look forward to the future. But what about now, this moment, right now.

When I hear an older person say, “I’ve got the mind of a 20-year-old. It’s my body that’s letting me down”, I believe it and worse, I understand it.

My Nonna is 83 going on 30. She is beautiful in mind and body but I know she doesn’t want to be getting any older. She’s been telling us ‘this Christmas is my last’ for the last 10 years!

I know this all sounds rather mellow dramatic coming from a youthful 32-year-old (who doesn’t look a day over 25 *coughs*) but I am in a reflective mood.

Some times we could all do with slowing the hell down and taking in the surroundings, pausing to enjoy the view. Take the present day for what it is & not let the mind wander to tomorrow, you’re leaving the present when you do.

So I may not be in my 20’s anymore, I can’t travel as freely as I once did and I will probably never to able to pull off a pair of white trousers again but I will make a little vow to myself….not to worry about the future. No point in worrying now, after all who knows what it holds?

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