I've just realised it's been over a month since I've wrote anything on my blog. I think there are three things at play here:
1. I'm lazy
2. I've just turned thirty and I'm trying to work out what that means in a "I've just turned thirty and I'm taking a spiritual look at my life" kind of way
3. I'm lazy
There's a coorelation here.
I've always been one of those people who try not to get hung up on the whole 'numbers' thing. It doesn't matter whether your 29, 30, 40 or whatever. Your still the same person, thinking the same things. But no matter how hard I try and ignore it, turning thirty bothers me to some extent or another. Even from a practical point of view, I'm in a whole different 'tick box' now. Never again will I truthfully be able to tick 24-29 on a form. The next box is always 30+ and I'll have to wait 10 years before making the next jump. Does this mean life moves slower now? As you progress through your teens and 20's there are lots of little jumps, lots of chances to improve and change before hitting the next barrier. But now I'm in a 10 year bracket of thirtyness. This sudden change in my ticking habits has forced me to question the person I've become and whether this person is so wildy different to the same me 12 months ago. What with all the inner reflection and concentrating as to which box to apply my ticking, my laziness has accelerated out of all proportions.
Being lazy before all this has't helped one bit. You'd have thought I'd be used to it and just worked through it but it's only held me back even further. The washing pile is even higher than normal, my house has given a whole new meaning to the word 'filth'. My front garden is starting to resemble a biblical place where wild beasts (next doors cats) roam through uncharted jungle (2 foot high grass) in search of a peacefull oasis ( a puddle underneath my dead rose bush). I keep trying to persuade myself that now I'm 'that bit older', I'm just able to take a bit more time for me and to appreciate the small things in life, like endless repeats of Top Gear on Bravo.
So to what conclusions has all this soul searching led me?
1. I'm Lazy
2. I'm thirty
3. I'm lazy
Things don't really change, you just get older and think about them more.
About Me
- Mick C
- London, Surrey, United Kingdom
- I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is to try and please everyone. (Bill Cosby)
2 comments:
As someone who is fast approaching 35 (exclaimation point! gasp!) I feel your pain but may be able to offer some words of consolation.
1. You will always be lazy. Embrace it for the beauty that it is.
2. There is nothing more to life than what you think there is. Embrace that too.
3. My best year EVER was 33. I have high hopes for 41 as well.
You should blog more often. Your posts are entertaining.
Well thanks for the encouragement Liz! Also thanks for being the first person to make comment (legal or otherwise) on my blog, I appreciate it.
1. Your right, I should embrace this laziness and also the fact that I'm old enough and honest enough to admit to being lazy.
2. Life can be pooh, I'll embrace that too.
3. 29 was definitely my worst year ever, for major life changing reasons. But by strange irony, probably my best year too. I only hope 30 is less stressfull!
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