Are we in fear of turning 25?

I’ve decided to join those who write about what it’s like to turn 25. I’m about 4 months off from doing so and I’m not in fear as though this age means I’m getting “old”… I’m actually really excited. It does mean that I will be a quarter of a century old… it does mean I’ll be half way to 50. I can no longer be considered “youth”…. young yes… totally and completely young.  Other people who I have known that have got to this age have said that it makes them feel old. I do not really understand that sorry. Even with a housemate of mine turning 30 and saying the same thing… It’s not old. 

Old to me is where you’re wrinkly all over, have grey hair, need help with getting on the bus and can no longer remember your grandkids. Before that we’re young. Even my mother whose age I will not reveal, to me is young. 

But why is old a “bad” thing anyway? Am I too young to be answering the question… most people would agree that I am. What do I know at my age about the woes and misery of life if I haven’t lived yet. I’m not at that “stage” of life where I can look back and say “In my day we used to walk 50 miles in knee deep snow just to get to the other side of the road…” 

I will disagree with those who believe this to be true. I have already lived. It’s 25 years. Yes it’s not as long as, 30, 40, 50 years, etc… but still… what do people think they have been doing for 25 years… sitting around and watching the days go by without a care in the world… I don’t think so… 

For those of you who know me and know me well, know that I have well and truly been affected by life.

I have learnt a lot from life. I have learnt that life comes with its ups and downs. I have learnt a lot about people. That we are all human trying to get along. I have learnt a lot about babies and children. That they need love, stability and a place where they can belong. 

I have learnt a lot from my friendships. Friends sometimes come and go… I will always remember who you are even if in years to come we do not see each other. I have learnt that family are not the people we choose to belong to but that I will always love them and stick by them – unconditionally. 

I have learnt that at 18 although legally I was an adult… that really I was sill a teenager and that I am still learning about what it is to be an adult and will probably still be learning about that at age 80, just like I know my grandparents are. I have learnt that the plan I had at age of five to be a teacher and a mother doesn’t necessarily have to be stuck to and that, that is ok. 

I have also learnt that finding love… is like looking for a needle in a haystack… 

To me I choose to enjoy getting older. Learning more from life. Getting what I want from this life that I have. Be grateful that I am alive to live it. Hopefully I will learn about what it is to “stress less”, to be a happy with what I have… not always wanting the new… staying healthy without the pressure of being “skinny”… travelling to other parts of Australia and the world that I haven’t seen… and to be open to every new challenge that comes my way.

Yay to turning 25! It’s going to be great. 🙂 

Signing off… time to face the music… 

 

 

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Are we having the time of our lives?

I have stopped and thought about this post many times. What did I want to say? What will I end up writing? Will this have an effect on how people who know me in the outside world see me and who I am? I feel both apprehensive and positive about writing on this subject.

I want to share my thoughts, feelings and opinions about an Australian Drama called “The time of our lives”

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I remember wanting to write a post after watching the first episode. I noticed myself being very quick to judge and criticise the characters that we as the audience barely knew. It was only episode one! I thought ok… maybe I need to watch another episode before I start writing about it… However, as the weeks went on. I realised that I couldn’t work out how I felt or thought about these people. My secret favourite was Bernadette (Justine Clarke)… she had the clothes I liked, gorgeous twin girls, I loved her approach to “step-parenting”, she had a good job… she just had a warmth about her – there was an immediate liking to her.  My least favourite in the beginning was Caroline (Claudia Karvan)… a completely different person to Bernadette. I didn’t feel an instant liking to her… because I wasn’t sure about her parenting or choice in the name Carmody… I felt disconnected to her as a person. I started to see myself agree with her husband.

Now I wish that I could go back to that first episode and take back what I was thinking. I am generally speaking not that type of person. I like to see people for who they are. I like to see that we are all human beings, that we may have different lives, different ideas on how to live… that there is no “right” or “wrong” way of going about things.  I don’t look at people and judge them. It’s just not me. I don’t believe it is up to me to do so. What right do I have? Even with family and friends that I’ve known for years. It’s not my life. At the end of day they are the people who have to live their lives the way they choose to. Or in the case of this TV show… the way the writers decide their character’s lives.

With this in mind. I now see this show with very different eyes. I see all the characters, their struggles, their triumphs, their bad days, good days, the decisions they are making, how all of this affects them, the people around them and how their lives unfold. I can see the human side to all of them. I can see that the writers of this show have taken good care in giving us a broad picture of Australian life as it is today. There is no set path to everyone. I can see why some people will choose to relate to some of the characters more than others and I can understand why some will be liked more than others.

Bernadette will ‘secretly’ be my favourite in the show… Because to me she is just “totally awesome” and she reminds me of someone in my life… But I don’t think I have a least favourite or ever will…

At the end of the day it’s not really about that…

I am hooked on another great Australian Drama and lovin’ it!!

Are we having the time of our lives? I can only speak for myself… really.

Signing off… because there is a cat here in desperate need of my attention!

Happy Saturday 🙂