I have just been indulging myself - to the delighted embarrassment of my older son - in a spot of chair dancing to this...
One of the things about getting older is that people stop thinking you want to kick over the traces, let alone that you actually will. Or maybe that's just one of the limitations I place upon myself, I don't know. Certainly it's a lot harder to get up the morning after drinking too much the night before, to the extent that generally it's easier to put the brakes on and avoid the hangover in the first place. But that doesn't mean I don't ever want to go out and get really, properly stinking drunk, sit putting the world to rights until the sun comes up, and dance until my feet hurt. Likewise, it also doesn't mean I am only ever going to wear a one-piece on the beach, or that I won't at least try on those heels that I suspect will probably make me look like a pig on stilts. Even if wearing them for a whole evening is an impossibility.
I know, here I am at 47. I can't help feeling that perhaps I should be over that sort of behaviour by now. Certainly I would have imagined, when I was 10 - as Boy #1 is - that my mum was way beyond embarrassing me like that. But lately - perhaps it's the onset of spring? - I am becoming less and less inclined to act my passport age. Not that I want to completely kick over the traces and behave like the irresponsible 20 something I once was, just that I'm not quite ready to pull on the twinset and pearls just yet. I still have some confounding of expectations to do.
And if a spot of chair dancing is the only way that feeling manifests itself, well then I don't think things are completely out of control. Not yet, anyway...
And you - how do you confound those pesky expectations?
One of the things about getting older is that people stop thinking you want to kick over the traces, let alone that you actually will. Or maybe that's just one of the limitations I place upon myself, I don't know. Certainly it's a lot harder to get up the morning after drinking too much the night before, to the extent that generally it's easier to put the brakes on and avoid the hangover in the first place. But that doesn't mean I don't ever want to go out and get really, properly stinking drunk, sit putting the world to rights until the sun comes up, and dance until my feet hurt. Likewise, it also doesn't mean I am only ever going to wear a one-piece on the beach, or that I won't at least try on those heels that I suspect will probably make me look like a pig on stilts. Even if wearing them for a whole evening is an impossibility.
I know, here I am at 47. I can't help feeling that perhaps I should be over that sort of behaviour by now. Certainly I would have imagined, when I was 10 - as Boy #1 is - that my mum was way beyond embarrassing me like that. But lately - perhaps it's the onset of spring? - I am becoming less and less inclined to act my passport age. Not that I want to completely kick over the traces and behave like the irresponsible 20 something I once was, just that I'm not quite ready to pull on the twinset and pearls just yet. I still have some confounding of expectations to do.
And if a spot of chair dancing is the only way that feeling manifests itself, well then I don't think things are completely out of control. Not yet, anyway...
And you - how do you confound those pesky expectations?
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