I have to start this with a bit of a warning; it is possible I am getting a tad obsessed with ageing; aka, I may be in the throes of a mid life crisis.

For the minute, let’s just say I am in a bit of a contemplative space, steadfastly refusing to accept that I am no longer thirty five while complaining to my husband about my aching hip and arthritic knees. I am also about to have cataract surgery, which despite my knowing it is because of RP, still seems like an old person thing. But, I am thirty five (right?), so what the fuck? Fine, I am not thirty five. It feels like an affront that I am now officially middle aged, no longer desirable, and probably losing my memory earlier than I should because I spent so many years in and out of drunken stupors. But, I can’t deny that I also feel happy. How can one person possibly deal with such an opposition of emotions at once? I wish I could say I do so gracefully and with an open mind, but the truth is that I am not sure I really deal with the emotions at all. I hide under a rock, live inside a shell of inappropriate delusions, pretend I am not afflicted with a myriad of health issues, and sometimes, as the cherry on top of the denial cake, get completely smashed. It leaves me with one very burning question; why the hell doesn’t anyone tell you how fucked up getting older is and how it leaps on you overnight and out of nowhere? I would reject this whole ageing thing if I could, but time is stubborn and cruel and clearly in charge. I am merely a demoralised and somewhat sad woman who is being systematically smudged out.

I have learned however, in my years of acquiring wisdom in some pretty crazy ways, that there is always a flip side. Did I mention that I also feel happy? I do. I am living in a place I have dreamed of living for most of my life, I have an amazing husband and a wonderful family and I am alive. I am lucky; for all of my complaining, I do know that I am incredibly lucky. I am also angry sometimes and sad and confused and frustrated and joyful and playful and lacklustre and droopy and, well, you get it; it’s that human condition thing. At the moment, I feel disbelief about the avalanche of middle age, terrified about and grateful for the impending cataract surgeries, and insanely fortunate to be able to walk down my street and see the beautiful landscape around me. I am also feeling sad because it is getting increasingly harder to read, but hopeful that the surgeries will remedy that somewhat….a post for another time.