Or #growingoldereveryday

For the first time in my life I know the name of the GP I’ll see before I get there.

Instead of just going for the next available appointment with anyone I go to her because she knows some of my history.

She is the first person in ages to touch my back.

Is this what being old feels like?

For the first time in my life I have a brand of jeans I’ve decided fit me so I have them in black, indigo and a slightly different blue colour.

Instead of just buying a different style and hoping for the best I choose them when they are on a reduced fashion site, because at £240 a pair full price they are too expensive for me.

They are the first style of jeans I’ve had for ages where I’ve thought I look okay.

Is this what being old feels like?

For not the first time in my life I’m questioning whether I have achieved everything I should have done or whether I let some dreams die.

To be continued