New Year, Old Me

I spent New Year’s Eve in a pub in Chelsea and at my table was a nice group of eighteen-year olds who talked about their lives and their romantic hopes. At one time I would have listened to them and thought: ah, too be young again


But I didn’t. We older people use to envy the young. They had time on their side. They had looks. Hope. Health. Hot sex. But guess what? So can we! I realised then that there has never been a time when being fifty — and over — has been so so full of opportunity and fun. 


So has fifty become the new forty? The new thirty? The new twenty? The new twelve? Of course not! But there has been a great cultural change when it comes to ageing. Fifty has become just a number and not a state of mind or way of life that you are expected to conform to.


It used to be that parents told their children to act their age; then the children of baby boomers grew-up and told their parents to act their age. But the baby boomers refused to give up having fun and doing interesting things. 


I mention this because one of my many new year resolutions is not to complain about growing older and feeling that I’m past it. I’m determined that every day of 2019 is going to be a great day – or at least I will appreciate the good bits. Of course I’ve been making the same New Year resolutions for the past thirty-five years. You might think that after a certain age we should give up making New Year Resolutions? Not me. Yes, I know I’m old enough to know better, but I’m still young enough not to care. 


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