Category: Life at 50
It’s not just my mental load that’s overwhelming, it’s the trying to do it all too. The physical load. It’s time to project manage my life and house back to order, and teach my teenage housemates to put down their phones and do their share of the work.
Running and cycling made me realise that just turning up is good enough… so I’ve stopped apologising for being slow.
Today my father would have turned 77. He died over ten years ago, not quite reaching his 67th birthday. It is somewhat alarming to think that in 16 years’ time I will be the same age as he was when he died. We are not very good at thinking honestly about death. But as I can’t buy into the cultural stories that are supposed to offer comfort, I design my own ritual of remembering my father’s life.