Preparing for what?

 

I think that at the moment my reflections are in a sense and evaluation of how I got to where I am now and in a sense planning. Planning for what? The bus is to represent the journey and I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I turn 50 this year. So planning for what? Well planning to finally be a grown up…surely you  must be grown up by the time you are 50? I just don’t know how I got to be here so fast.

It is as if I am only just coming of age, only just becoming a legitimate adult only just passing for good enough or accepting that I am worthy of the title of fully qualified adult human being, almost like somehow up until now I have been some kind of imposter, faking it until you make it and yet somewhere between 40 and 50 it happened without me knowing it or planning it or preparing for it.

I can now say that I don’t need your acceptance to justify my life, my actions my beliefs my intentions. Your judgement is exactly what it is – your judgement. I am worthy -I am who I am. It doesn’t matter what you make of me.

I used to look at other people and wonder how they did it so well, they were already grown up, already experts at being themselves, they already had that air that indicated they knew what they were doing and they were doing a darned good job of it, whereas I was always a little bit scruffy and unkempt, giving off the air that maybe I didn’t really have the foggiest. I just wasn’t polished enough. I was somehow always the reserve waiting on the sidelines to be good enough to play. Always striving to achieve success at something to validate my worth and existence in the eyes of others having to prove my capabilities. Perhaps it is because I got asked to mime in choir at primary school, perhaps it’s because I got asked to cut up oranges for the netball team instead of play, perhaps it’s because my job was filling up the tampax shelves on a Saturday and only getting to be on the beauty counter when someone was off sick, but even then being assured that I really wasn’t the ideal face of Lancome.

Somewhere though it happened, perhaps not in the way that I had envisaged and often through circumstances that weren’t part of any grand plan and just a little bit accidentally. I grew up and now I am planning to enjoy what I have become. I think I am planning to make 2016 the year of being 50 and the year of being me, the real me, the person that I am.

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

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