Another year draws to a close and this one’s been a little odd. I guess if it was a Victorian children’s novel, chapter 2009 would be subtitled “In which many things long since dead were laid to rest and a surprising new door opens.”
So, I’m forty next year. Not yet, but nearly. One thing that has provided me with much amusement over the last year has been watching the ridiculous mid-life crises of people who should know better. As a lot of my friends are of a comparable age, there’s a great deal of panic and flapping taking place about the impending arrival (and, in some cases, passing) of the big Four-Oh. It really is hilarious.
The ravages of time notwithstanding, I appear to be faring well in this regard. I still don’t feel like I’m almost forty but also have no desire to go rushing about pretending I’m twenty-five. The best aspect of the whole thing is that a lot of people – especially work mates – are beginning to accept my curmudgeonly behaviour on the grounds that ‘I’m getting on a bit’ and that’s fine by me
Got a fair few things in my life nailed down now and managed to cultivate a certain ‘stillness’ within me. It’s nice to feel anchored these days, rather than constantly feeling cast about by the whims of time and tide.
I still need more bookshelves. That appears to be the plus ca meme chose in my life. Everything else ebbs and flows, but the need for bookshelves remains constant.
Also this year, I’ve witnessed the blossoming of my eldest child into a Team Fortress player of awe-inspiring ability. His mastery of sniping-on-the-hoof is breathtaking and a little annoying. One day I’ll get him on Q3A, then we’ll see who the boss is.
Of course, my attention span seems to be decreasing in indirect proportion to my age – I’m fed up of typing now. I’ll muse a bit more as the year dies its hideous lingering death.