Around 9am on the 10th March 1947, I entered this world as a tiny 5lb bundle of joy…so not sure what I really feel about turning 65 today …sort of numb …full of disbelief as inside my head I am not even 45 …and relief that I’ve actually reached it, as physically I don’t match up to the 80 years olds up here
Now how did I feel on some of my past birthdays … well the morning of my 20th found me sobbing and when I was asked why, I just managed to say that it was because I was no longer a teenager …maybe I was just scared to grow up
My 30th came and went …too busy being a Mum to worry
My 40th I kept quiet about …I let it pass with as few knowing as possible … it was marked only by close family…I was not ready to face the big 4..0
My 50th was the one where I decided to grow up and grow old gracefully …a mistake …should have waited another 10 or so years
My 60th was exciting …why?…because I got my Bus Pass and now could travel free. This may seem a little thing to most of you out there but it is an amazing saving as public transport is so expensive here in Fife....and I actually 'whooooped' when it dropped through the letter box ...how sad am I lol
So 65 is really just another year …another number .. . …and is it any different to any of the other sixty four…or is it the start of another chapter maybe.
Today I’m being treated to Chinese Buffet lunch and a day wandering around a Craft Supermarket … and tomorrow the family will be here …all together spending the day with me….no party just a simple light lunch. …and that’s just perfect …what more could I ask for.
Take Care xx