All change

Dear 2019

You have been pretty mixed so far.

January I had a wonderful holiday to Bali with my daughter. The first holiday we’ve had together since she was 12. It was great to spend time with her in a beautiful and relaxed environment. It did wonders for her fatigue. We stayed in a full board Ayurvedic retreat and she absolutely thrived. As did I.

February, friends came to stay for a few days. Their lives are in transition. Husband has worked overseas for decades. She has shuttled between continents, raising children, managing poor health. Finally the time has come to can the air miles, settle back home and enjoy time with children, grandchildren and ageing parents. I had some time away to deal with health issues related to my back. The weather was incredible. It was during that amazing heat wave when it felt like spring had gone on holiday and let summer cover her annual leave. I went for long walks in the countryside and felt so restored and rejuvenated. Being in a rural environment was a turning point. The idea took root – I realised it might be time to leave the city.

March is only mid way through but the feeling that I need to change my life has not gone away. My back has continued to give me problems to the point I had to take a week off work when it spasmed and I was unable to walk more than a few steps. The pain killers knock me sideways. I think my body is trying to send me a big loud message: what are you doing? Maybe this is my ‘mid life crisis’. “Crisis” is such an overused word.  I shall call it my mid life review. I spend a lot of my time being ‘busy’ – constantly researching and arranging things, whether trips away or refurbing our home. It’s time to channel that energy into arranging the next chapter. Much to think about.








The Journey Begins

Hello and thank you for joining me! After a few months of trying out Instagram I  found myself migrating away from Facebook and towards the short, sweet photo based content of Insta, finding some great sites and interesting people in the process. The aim of my ‘Postcards from my 50s’ Insta page is to share my journey through ‘middle’ age. There’s plenty of life left in the old girl yet! And since many of the people I follow also have blogs, I felt inspired to try out running a blog for the next 12 months. What better day to start than 1st January 2019?

A little bit about me. Obviously I’m in my 50s. Still trying to work out what I want to do when I grow up. I have always loved anything creative but have had to balance that with being practical – as I’m sure many of you have experienced, keeping a roof over your head, making a home and raising a family requires a regular, predictable income so some life choices have inevitably been down to necessity. For some of the time I was also a single Mum budgeting everything to the very last penny. But somehow I lurched through it all and here I am, my daughter all grown up and carving out her own career in spite of her health setbacks (she has her own blog ), I’ve paid off my debts, I still work full time but find myself doing a lot of thinking about when I can afford to retire and spend more time doing what I love: travel, making things, enjoying being a human being rather than just being a human ‘doing’. And the thing I love most of all? Pottering. I just love a good potter. The routine of going into an office every day and dealing with Stuff is really boring after 35+ years! I have worked in a number of different places in the hope of finding The Thing I Want To Do. Pottering has kept me sane through all that journey!

So in the interim, what can I do that’s creative but does not become another task master and works well for an inveterate potterer? How about a blog to share that journey? I can write when I want about what I want. Can I maintain a blog for 2019? We’ll have to see. What will it be about? The ramblings of a 50 something woman. Will anyone read it? We shall see!

So there. I’ve done it. My first blog post. And if you’ve read this far, thank you!IMG_1937



Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton