“Out out Damn spot”, cried Lady Macbeth, and I feel a little the same these days as I cast off the shackles of my old thinking and child rearing chains to embrace all that’s so new in our brave new world.
I used to love old, antique, shabby chic and although I still have a penchant for all things ancient, my day to day life is leaning towards minimalist, sleek, and easy to clean.
I don’t need a sizeable garden for cricket matches and footballs any longer. No! I’ve come to like balconies and views as far as the eye can see – with not a weed in sight being mine. I don’t need a country style, knick-knack filled kitchen with room for loads of visiting kids. No, I like high-end lighting and ergonomic kitchens and let’s get things straight. I really like eating out.
I would prefer to spend my so called ‘golden years’ in a relatively free state rather than shackled to the domestic hum drum. So I really don’t need a big house anymore. I would like to be able to jump on planes to visit my offspring who will most probably be living on far flung shores – oh and if tele-transportation is in the mix by then, I’m putting my hand up for that too.
These days I have a robot vacuum cleaner called Patience, and boy if there was a robot iron I’d buy it and call it Sylvester, as in beat-em up Stalone.
It’s easy as we get older to become stuck in a rut, coddled in our comfort zone and as nice as it may be it’s not going to keep us young at heart or keep the children close by – no matter how many cakes we bake or spare beds we keep made up.
Sometimes the charge of the internet completely fazes me with its noise and distracting commotion, a bit like the All Blacks in my face doing the Haka. And yet I can happily engage myself for far too long on Twitter, like a magpie, finding new sparkly tidbits to divert my attention at every click. “Did anyone say cake?”
At a blogging conference in Melbourne recently (PB Event) I met mostly, 30-something-aged bloggers, but there were some of us, a couple of decades, older making our presence felt amongst the young beautiful things. It’s all just a question of perspective. And Darren Rowse connected with everyone, old and young.
I’m often forced to take things one step at a time, my dinosaur brain linking the dots much slower than my children make the connections when it comes to all things technological, and the world out there is moving along so fast that keeping up in bite sized chunks is the only way. One piece of cake at a time. My 83 year old mother can do it – she regularly communicates with her grandchildren on Facebook. If she can embrace technology as an octonogenarian, then so must I make an effort to keep up with all that’s newly rising onwards and upwards.
Yip, as empty nesters if we get the chance to learn something new, do something different, travel somewhere exciting, then we must just go for it. What have we got to lose?
What do you think?