The Simple Life

Yesterday, on my daily walk I stopped out the front of this house and spent some time admiring this huge, blooming magnolia tree.

Which is such an old person thing to so, don’t you think? As I advance in age, I am starting to appreciate the small things like a nice cup of tea in the sun. A long hot shower. The ABC on a Monday night and saying to things sans guilt. I find the simple things as satisfying as a good bowel movement.

I continued on my walk and thought about this further, as I composed a blog post in my head. By the time I got home I had realised that I had already written it back in 2014, and not much has changed apart from this.

At this point in my life I have noticed quite a shift in my outlook and, may I just say, about bloody time!

This shift presents itself to me every day, and now I share with you some signs heralding my coming of wisdom, and age.

And it is all alright by me. Bring it on.

You are walking down the street and you stop in front of a house and declare your admiration for that particular garden.

You make plans to go out to dinner with friends based on the convenience of car parking.

You also make the reservation for no later that 7.30? If they cannot get you in until 8pm, you seek an alternative restaurant.

You make a noise complaint at 10.30pm to the police about your neighbours’ party.

You watch impatiently as the coffee shop lad uses the till to add up the two coffees you have ordered, then use his fingers to work out the change, when all you want to do is grab him by the ear and pull his face closely to yours while hissing “YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN SCHOOL, DORKFACE….”

You watch a Reality TV show and agree with yourself that youth is wasted on the young. And boobs are not supposed to look like that.

When shopping, you always consider the “CARE” label before purchasing. And you avoid linen due to the ironing factor. And anything that needs to be hand washed or dry-cleaned.

You avoid drinking coffee after 4pm and avoid drinking alcohol after 8.30pm, because it affects the quality of your sleep.

You discuss with your partner each morning whether you slept well or not.

You only wax in summer. (if at all)

Your pants may start to feature the benefits of an elasticised waist and you do not care, because they are extremely comfortable.

You learn to accept your appearance and make the most of what you have got.

You might glance at others who have not chosen to “make the most of what they have got” and have invested in plastic and now look like they have been frozen in a wind tunnel, and feel a bit sorry for them.

You realise you would rather go without than drink bad wine.

Ditto men.

You learn to buy it once, and buy it well. Although this does not count when it comes to shoe sales. All bets are off.

Speaking of shoe sales, you go to the ECCO shoe sale. This is because you now realise that it is ok to hate the gym and you have taken up walking, because you can check out all of the lovely gardens as you exercise.

You take a multi. A women’s multi.

You stop buying magazines because you realise that you are paying for ads and an idealistic representation of how your life should look.

You enjoy WSFM on the radio because you know all of the songs.

You care less what other people think of you and swing your arms vigorously as you march to the beat of your own drum.

And finally, like lamb shanks in the slow cooker, you realise you get better with time.

Did you ever have an epiphany where you realised that you had left your youth behind?

How good was it?

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  • Jackie

    Hell Yes! to everything except the shoes, I will never, & I mean it, never wear ECCO shoes, they just scream ” I’ve given up”, regardless of age & no shits given I will always wear lovely shoes because regardless of how blobby the body goes shoes always fit.

    • Antoinette

      That’s because you’re not old enough, Jackie, I will never ever again put uncomfortable shoes on my feet, however gorgeous they are! I dress purely for comfort!

      • Kat

        Me too!

    • sue

      i was vigorously nodding in agreement – but then did quickly look at the ecco website to see how truly ugly they were only to find they’re doing a range of quirky red hi-tops!

      • Jackie

        I had a look & yes, not so ugly but I still cant go there, I put them in the same pile as backpacks & mini-vans, OK for some but just not me.

        • sue

          yep i still wouldn’t wear them either

  • Heidi D

    I am a yes to so many of them, not the shoes though. I went the opposite way & bought myself the Doc Martens I would have loved in the 80’s & never had …… in purple !

  • I’m still in my early 30’s, and love this post hard. I don’t really care if some of them are considered to be ‘old people things to do’. I think they come about through wisdom and experience. x

    • Absolutely! I get excited about the prospect of a hot cuppa when the Mr. gets home!

  • I’ve gotten so into walking and checking out other people’s gardens that I made an instagram account for myself called gardenspotting to justify it.

  • Oh.. big yes to all of this! And walking out of one of your old fave clothing stores because the music is too loud!

    • The DOOF DOOF DOOF does my head in!

  • Yeh the youth has left the building. Bugger and Yippee in equal measures

  • Kathryn

    I clearly remember the moment I realised I had become an old fart. Shopping in my local Woolies at 8am on a Saturday morning and the music was so bloody loud that I couldn’t concentrate. Like really loud and annoying crappy music. Went through the checkout, and complained at the service desk. Felt like I was in some teenage girls clothing store!

  • Cate Lawrence

    i realised it about 10 years ago when it occured to me i hadn’t stayed up to watch Rage forever.

    • RAGE! Loved it. Now am more likely to be in bed!