Growing old gracefully.

Having turned 50 last October I have a new perspective on life. Suddenly I find myself staring down the barrel of my own mortality. It's rather a strange feeling to be honest. Funnily enough, growing old is rather exciting. That sounds weird doesn't it?

I've lived through some hellish years over the last decade or so. Any of my Twitter readers who happen upon this post will know exactly where I'm coming from. Anyway, I truly believe that I can now make the most of my remaining years and win back some of those lost years. Whether that involves me moving back to New Zealand, or staying here in Brittany, France remains to be seen.

I have plenty of goals and things that I want to do and achieve, although I have yet to sit down and brainstorm them all and get them down on paper. Unfortunately my current financial woes (see previous post) limit many of the things that I want to do. But there are so many free things that you can do I hear you say. Of course, but even having enough money to put petrol in my car is an issue if, for example, I want to go to La Voie Verte for a spot of bike riding. Never mind, going for walks and rides enable me to discover more about my region. I'm trying to remain positive and search regularly for the light at the end of the tunnel, hoping that it will come in to view soon.

Thankfully I like my own company. I currently have no desire to find another partner. I'm damaged goods, so who would want me anyway? You often hear about elderly people being lonely. Of course I'm not elderly. Far from it, but there is just an inkling of self doubt there. Thankfully I'm able to see my son whenever I want, and get on relatively well with my ex-wife (depends very much upon which way the wind's blowing), so I'm not totally alone. I also get to have a chat with my students and get out and about doing my publicity delivery rounds for a day and a half every week. I've also been trying to find a Dungeons and Dragons group to join. I haven't played since I was a teenager, and very little at that. It's something that I've always wanted to do and thought that it would help me meet some new people whilst doing something that I enjoy. No replies to my ads yet though.

Anyway, this old bugger had better pick up his creaky bones, cook me some eggs (couscous actually), and head off to work before it starts pissing down.

Ciao.