Mid-life Moments

the age is hiding, as am I
(it's not until next year folks)
I am standing on the threshold of my next Big Zero-ending birthday (NEXT year). Near but still far away. It will not make me old or pensionable, other than the fact I drew on my teaching pension when I was four score years and one. Thank you MonSter.

Does Mid-life Mean Anything?

It certainly does. Coming to the furthest limit of it as I am, life is now pretty cool. My mantra has not changed tack; I still take each day one at a time. But excitement for new horizons bubbles up despite any natural anxiety for new places and new faces that might threaten to pop those spheres of hope and expectation.

Daily Duties & Pleasures

Dealing with the MonSter's needs takes time and this is not the place to list the trials involved. Trust me, the only way through is to rely on husband and two personal assistants. And a razor sharp sense of the ridiculous.
So we'll cast aside the mantle of medical mayhem and look at what I do with the rest of the day. Let's make

A List of Daily D's & P's

  • writing blog posts, tweets and other social media matters. Maybe I should have been a journalist jotting down the details of other people's lives while neglecting the perplexities of own. Is there anything more pleasurable than covertly people-watching without running the risk of being called a nosey Parker?
  • learning different self-taught topics such as using a PC and navigating the Internet. I should have been a teacher (for much longer than health allowed me). However, since 1998 I've been connecting with like-minded e-pals. In 2005 I married one. 
  • other topics of interest are creativity in writing and papercrafts; combating the MonSter's myriad of mysteries; and, the latest arrival, politics. (see previous post).
  • having time to read the newspaper in print or on my phone, to read books on my Kindle, and to sit and stare at The Box in moderation, is the one plus of having a medical condition that restricts my movements from home.

Mid-life Conclusions

Whoops, that sounds like a new euphemism for death. I meant, of course, my conclusions about the merits of being a mid-lifer. You might even have decided that I am not in my middle years but, now that so many live until eighty or ninety, I disagree with you. Guard your own year tally while I look after mine.

For: The ability to choose more daily activities has many attractions to those out there in the workplace, but I must add a disclaimer here. If I had my fully health and mobility, I'd still be teaching and running my own home. 

I could be an (enforced) lady of leisure
As it is, I could settle down as an (enforced) lady of leisure. Instead, I choose to be occupied and challenged, concentrating on the things I can do rather than regretting those I can no longer do.

Against: Being self-directed at any age can run the risk of being unfocused, distracted or idle. The Internet is a marvellous tool but, in a few clicks, it can take you into other worlds and away from the here and now. 

Conclusions: The right mix of leisure and occupation is not easy to achieve, but it is worth striving for. Once the Holy Grail of being at one with your world, and your circumstances, has been found, hold on tight and never let go.

All in all, being who you are, with no pretentious or dishonest traits, is what matters. 

Whatever your age.