Every now and then I get called to go down and talk on the radio about politics. I think I am supposed to be representing the ordinary person, which would be about right.
Well anyway when I was there this week one of the guys in another area was putting together a show for the noon call-in called "what do you want to do with the rest of your life?"
Since today is my birthday, 57, that seems like a question worth considering.
Don't let anyone kid you. There is so much about being this age that is great, and worth waiting for.
For a start there is a lot that you don't have to worry about any more. My career challenges have been met and I only do what I am interested in now. I am editing, and have edited, all the people in my life who whine over nothing, and kept all the people that make me laugh, are themselves, and let me be myself. And I am making more time for those people too these days.
I am free about worrying over my appearance - if I think I look great that's what matters most, and being pleased with myself because I made it myself, gives me a lot of satisfaction. My husband thinks I am beautiful and he is my number one audience. He also thinks he looks young for his age, same as mine, and I am prepared to go along with that too.
I no longer go to any cocktail parties - where the food is insufficient and the conversations never get beyond the first line - just because it is part of my job, in fact pretty much that's where my life is at these days - doing only the things that matter and I enjoy.
So it's maybe a good thing I wasn't called in to do the noon hour talk show because if I had been asked, I would have said what I want to do with the rest of my life is be with people that matter to me, walk dogs, eat my husband's cooking,
And sew, lot's of sewing.