Category: Ageing
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Role Modelling: When You Get Tired Of Being The Responsible Parent
One day over the holidays, after lunch out with the old man at our local pub, NC and and I continued to paint the town red while he disappeared to check the cricket scores. Obviously we didn’t leave the house – because that be supremely awkward for her – and the focus of our “session”…
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A Tree Change For Your Act 3?
I’d never heard of the expression “tree change” before some brave friends of our did exactly that and moved six hours north of Sydney to the foothills of a beautiful inland town called Bellingen. When you go for a dip and someone’s playing a f**king didgeridoo. Tree changes are a real thing and another retirement…
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Not Another F..king Post About “Gratitude”…
I realised that that I make the same long bloody list of resolutions each year and then persecute myself for being such an under-achiever when I don’t accomplish them. Mia Freedman wrote a piece in Mamamia in the New Year about how last year she simplified the whole process of resolutions and instead picked one…
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The Value Of Celebrity In Our Lives
I can’t remember when I finally grew up and began to like mushrooms. Oh, that’s right… I didn’t grow up, I just began to like mushrooms and a few more of those foodstuffs that I never trusted when I was little because they were fugly. One of the biggest pieces of wisdom you acquire when…
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When Will I Feel Grown Up Enough To Wear Grown-Up Clothes?
I know you’re probably thinking that this post is a replica of the one I wrote when I went through the trauma of finding a dress for my dad’s wedding earlier this year, but a second verbal vent is required after my most recent experience of trying to dress this sad, old middle-aged body. When…
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Being Grateful
With a natural propensity for anxiety and a daily irrationality caused by the hormonal imbalances of middle age, I know that most of the time I am bad about feeling grateful and creating my own happiness. I might be appalled by the images coming out of Aleppo, but sadly, they don’t stop me from moaning…
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12 Things I Do That Give My Age Away
There is a dichotomy to the way our personality changes as we mature. On the one hand, I don’t give a fuck about things I used to stress about – such as my appearance and toxic friends – and on the other hand, stuff that used to seem trivial can wind me up like a…
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Keeping Your Eyes Open In Middle Age
I decided recently that with my advancing years it was time to embrace some culture before it’s too late. Photo courtesy of the Opera House and Australian Ballet For someone who believes herself to be creative in so many ways, I have always struggled with the level of intellectualism required to interpret the different art…
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Can We Say Goodbye To 2016 Now?
I won’t point to anything in particular – Trump, Bowie, Brexit – but there must be few among us that will look back on 2016 as a great year. Since boatpoo-gate a few weeks ago, NC says I’ve just been unlucky. You see, you could honestly not meet a more stupidly honest person than me,…
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3 Top Tips To Help You Find Your Car In The Car Park When You’re Middle-Aged
Back on the subject of anxiety in middle age, yesterday I discovered one of the worst triggers of this condition when I decided to do an early Christmas shop mixed with a top secret mission for some (probably) useless decorative bits and pieces for the house that have been deemed ‘stuff we don’t need’ by…
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Learning How To Relax With Anxiety
We lead increasingly busy lives and I find it hard to relax even when I do have free time these days. Although I continually moan about having no time to relax, for some strange reason I feel more fulfilled when I’m busy, even though I know that it’s not a healthy way to live as…
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Who Stopped Halloween?
To say that Halloween was a bit of a let down this evening would be an understatement. We’ve been deprived of the middle-aged enjoyment of watching other people’s kids behave appallingly under the influence of sugar over these past few years because we lived in the apartment, and a crazy part of me had missed…
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