ME& another year

Well this week I officially become one year older and one year nearer 40. On Wednesday I’ll turn 37, how depressing. I’m not celebrating it, there’s not much to celebrate plus its midweek.

What’s strange is that I look at my girlfriends who are of a similar age and they are all married and have kids and there whole lives revolve around them. Where as I’m nearly 40 and am practically (minus the mortgage and husband) foot loose and fancy free.

If I fancy going out at the weekend and getting boozed and drugged up then clubbing all night I could. Do I? No I don’t, the problem is I lived my life to the full in that vain during my late teens and all of my 20’s and now I’m just too tired to do it, plus it doesn’t have the same appeal as it did back in the day. A good night’s sleep is far more appealing.

Still I do need to make an effort to cut loose again at some point just to remind myself that I’m not tied down by family and can live like peter pan despite my body growing older and wider.