This is a new one for me, but those nice people at BritMums pointed me at the chance of free cereal, and I thought “Cool! Food!. People who say that I am motivated by my stomach are talking *nonsense…
The new 3 grain Special K
is actually really nice, not that I expected it to taste like wood shavings sprinkled with wee, but by comparison to the old variety, I definitely prefer the new one. The flavour is nuttier and rounder. I also think it was a bit more satisfying. I know I wasn’t lasciviously ogling the digestives before 11am. To put that into context, because I have a 16 month old who gets up at the dawn of crack I eat early most of the time, then wonder why I’m ready to season my own left arm by 9.30am. I think that qualifies as two thumbs approval from me. And not just because it was a freebie.
Initially I thought “Yeah, writing about “#SpecialK30 How I’ve changed” will be a doodle”. After all, I was 11-going-on-12 30 years ago, I’m going to have changed a bit obviously. What became apparent the more I thought about it was that, yes, there have been changes – like puberty (which is a biggy) but it’s not like I’ve changed beyond all recognition. It’s evolution, not the radical change that I’d imagined.
Believe it or not, the only photo I could find of myself from 1983 I was wearing a mask (and in fairness, I didn’t have time to harass my relatives to find another) but here’s one age 10 that will give you an idea of the material we’re dealing with.
Not unattractive, but not in the least girly, and a bit haphazard…note the *jaunty* collars and the pink “Nashers” – NHS Specs….nuff said. Duran Duran, Ultravox, The Police, horses, trampolining and reading rocked my world. I was hopeless at the “being feminine” stuff and in fairness, I probably still am. I now know which bits work for me, and how to accommodate for the things I would rather keep hidden.
Age 40+ and…
…the smile is the same, the light in my eyes in the same.
It’s just that I’ve got better specs, have discovered straighteners and boobs (having developed some), but you’ll notice there’s still a strange cowlick carry one trying to assert itself. The bands have moved on, and horses and trampolining have been replaced by other stuff but fundamentally things aren’t as different as I imagined they’d be at the time. I wasn’t going to do kids or marriage for starters. Uh oh. That said, best of all, I’m less self conscious which works a bit like someone taking a heavy weight from my chest.
I think the question is more “what have I learned?” rather than “how have I changed?”.
- Despite the fact I’m probably twice the weight I was at that age (I was 2nd shortest in my class and very active), I now *know* what I look like, and with not-epic amounts of TLC I can make myself look quite respectable. I thought my edges were significantly different to what they actually were.
- I now trust my body. After all, I’ve done some awesome things with it.
- That if a bloke likes the same bands as you, it just means that they like the same bands as you. They are not your soul mate, unless of course they actually are…see next point but one.
- If you are having misgivings about marrying someone, best to acknowledge that to yourself *before* you get married….#justsaying
- However sometimes Mr “Old Flame”was the right one all along, step forward Mr D x
- Depression is something you can fight.
- Do the study you were meant to do, rather than ballsing it up and having to do it later, it’s much easier.
- Be nice to yourself.
Getting older, choosing to be happy, doing some stuff that scares you like becoming a parent or throwing yourself down a mountain…it’s what changing is all about.
Plus I must be growing up, I’ve completed a deadline 90 minutes before it was due to be handed in…see point 7….. 😀