How would you react when I say “I’m getting old(er)”?
Don’t be silly, you’re in your prime years?
Just wait until you’re my age, you’ve got to so much to learn?
You’re only as old as you actually feel?
I’d like to talk about the latter.
Truth is, mentally I am ready to accept my pension.
This was not always the case.
Let’s go back 6 years.
On the day before my 22nd birthday, my manager surprised me out of the sudden with a permanent contract including a salary increase.
I never really was one to celebrate the 8th of July, but for a career improvement I gladly bake a cake.
Me and some friends enjoyed a wonderful evening.
We agreed to take a trip to the beach the next day.
The champagne and heat got the 5 of us a little tipsy.
We ran around in the sand. Played with the ball.
Got into the sea.
And drove back towards the sunset.
The surprise wasn’t over.
When we got home, a lot more people were invited.
13 different cultures who all prepared something from the local cuisine made us eat, laugh and sing until 3 AM.
Although life is more stable now, it’s been a while since I felt that kind of freedom.
I didn’t think much about my future or a reputation.
I took life day by day.
Life now, id
sabout maintaining a job by putting in extra hours.
Negotiate about a salary.
Making sure there is a good savings account.
Wondering about whether we want children.
And do we want them in this house or even this country.
Yes, I am still young by age.
But not young enough to “care anymore”.
In fact, I think I will feel younger when I’m 40.
When this awkward phase of important decision making and making establishments is done.
I was most of the time lucky to have my birthday during the summer vacation, so I didn’t have bring treats (my mum would usually buy apples) for my classmates and listen to them singing Happy Birthday to me.
Also, I was happy to see that the assistant at work has forgotten to plan my birthday into everyone’s calendar.
So unless they somehow found my blog, they will never know.