Something a bit different from me today as I attempt to diversify my blog and keep people on their metaphorical toes. Or your actual toes should you find my writing that riveting.
A friend of mine once reacted in disbelief when I said that I would seriously consider Botox for the inevitable forthcoming wrinkles. I’m approaching thirty and I already have a couple of lines around my eyes. Teaching leaving its mark.
It isn’t beyond me either, and this same friend finds this remarkable too, to begin colouring my hair. I’ve had the beginnings of discolouration – grey hairs – for about eight years but last weekend I found a long strand of white hair right at the front, dangling between my eyes.
I know it is a privilege to grow old. I know that so many people don’t make it and that continued good health, right into your seventies, eighties or later, is nothing to scoff nor sneer at. Undoubtedly old age brings you things that youth simply does not.
Likewise being young isn’t all it is cracked up to be. There are stresses, navigational issues regarding the direction of your life, no guarantee of health and in all likelihood for our generation the very real concern of housing and family to consider.
So my Friday post is a question:
If someone offered you the chance to remain in your twenties eternally, would you take it?
I’ll be back on Monday afternoon with regular posts! Looking forward to a weekend in Paris – I’m armed with a book on the best coffee and brunch spots in the city – which I’ll no doubt talk about next week. Thank you to everyone who has continued to read and follow my blog – all 109 and you now! -and I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts on this question 🙂