I have been feeling very stressed lately & very grown up.
Normally I manage to live life without remembering that I am getting older & have lots of responsibilities.
But with trying to sell our house & buy somewhere new to live I am being reminded almost daily that I am a mother & a wife with bills to pay & food to provide.
I am not completely coping with the stress that comes with moving & I will be thankful when the whole thing is over!
I was reminded today of a poem that I love.
It reminds me of what I have to look forward to, that although today I need to be responsible & (relatively) sensible there will come a day when I don’t have to worry quite so much.
By Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.