Growing up in the seventies, I was used to a more simpler way of life. Back in the days when there were no computers, unless they were in a school office, no mobile phones and no internet.
How did we all survive?
I miss the life when we weren’t all consumed with our technical devices, and just lived from one day to the next. Looking forward to my birthday, and saying how old I was in months rather than years. Now the years rush by like they are being fast forwarded on a recording.
I’m clinging on to my fifties, and thinking I may not be long before I am actually sixty. I don’t feel that age, well I do. My knees creak, and I get tired more easily. When I do retire, I want to concentrate on writing my novel. There aren’t enough hours in the day to do anything other than stress with how little time there is to write.