So, this year i have a big birthday coming up. And whilst age has never bothered me before, ( i hope im not repeating myself) . This one is an issue for me. Probably because l'm locked up again, with limited freedoms, like the rest of the country.
Lockdown 1 l lost several people who were a big part of my life. Lockdown 2 - l worked continually so nothing felt too different, extra measures in work but on the whole life carried on as normal- the new normal anyway. Now lm in Lockdown 3- furloughed off work again, back into my fitness lockdown routine. However my mindset is not brilliant. And turning 60 isnt helping the matter. Already in week 3 l think it is l've learned of the sad passing of some one l knew way back in the days of the primary school run, when a generation of school parents/ mums knocked around with each other, raised our children & had fun lives. The lovely man whose passed was the fit Dad of the playground and a genuine nice guy. A good Dad & husband. He's lost his life very sadly to this bloody virus he was just 64......its just shit!!!
While l wasnt particularly close to this guy, l knew him, his children are the same age as 3 of mine. I knew his wife. He was in a group of people who were a part of my history as it were. And heres the thing- a few more of those lovely people are to date suffering various health complaints. Some of those are younger than me, some older and we're talking a couple of years not decades older nor younger.
And as a result turning 60 has gotten me thinking- life is passing me by, l've unfinished business, things l'd like to do, places to go etc. and l'm running out of time.
This was bought home even more so today when in the post l recieved from a private pension provider l have sent me a Retirement pack!!! Just to remind me that l can retire, no longer work for a living in just 4-5 years time !!! Shit.... thats no time at all. And the way this bloody virus is going another year towards that deadline will be spent in locked down forced pre-retirement. I mean l joked about lockdown 1 being my pre retirement practice last year but the shits getting real now. And lm not ready.....
I dont know how l was going to spend these last few years - l guess l was going to plod along going to work 6 days a weeks for a few more school years yet, then go on a few more holidays to my favourite island Crete, go to some more concerts & shows alone or with others on coach trips. Then slip gently into no longer working. And it would've been ok because l wouldve established the routines of coach trips, of going abroad, shows etc. I may even have made new friends to accompany me on these adventures. But no as it stands right now, l'm at home doing what l want , when l want, no conversation, no company, just 'her in my head'- bloody ERIN.
And right now ERIN who normally talks sense is filling my head with some doom & gloom, some scary realisation that some of the people l admired back in the day, still admire today because they are great people are struggling more than me, they like me are over the top of the life mountain with the scary drop the other side.
More so ERIN reminded me of some thoughts l had 32 years ago- l gave birth to my 3rd baby as my Dad retired. I had post natal depression and or the realisation that my lovely Dad was now in the final chapters of his life. Because after you retire there is only one other place to go.......and your story is then then finished.Three years after Dad retired his story ended. ......
So when i'm reminded that l'm 4-5 years away from my own retirement l find myself scrambling to the mountain top scrabbling to keep a grip to my unfinished still to do life. In a world with this bloody virus is rampant, ripping people out of it pretty damn quickly l am worried, l am scared. I dont want to spend the rest of my days locked up with no freedoms. I want a retirement full of things to do, trips, people, company.
And yet apart of me is not ready to enter that new chapter, of being 60, of never working again. Of being old. I am just not ready.......
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