Unfulfilled aches

I announced to my coworkers yesterday that it was my dad’s 84th birthday.

The moment the words came out of my mouth I thought “Blimey, that makes me sound so old.”

It’s not like I was an oooops baby. I was the first born.

84. Wow.

Life gets away from you. I feel slightly panicked about that.

I am not worried about achieving anything else in my career. I am happy to keep quietly doing whatever needs to be done. I don’t need a performance plan or a promotion.

My career cup is full.

My relationship cup is full too. I can remember being a bit freaked out while I was married that I would never feel that dopamine hit of falling in love again.

Dating DD for 10 years without moving in together has been an unexpected buzz. I no longer fret about whether I will find love again.

There are so many other great relationships in my life, so there are no unfulfilled aches there either.

But I am anxious to make the most of the time that is left.

And I feel the days and weeks and months and years are slipping away too quickly.

Oh, the places I want to go! Travel makes time slow down – holidays are when I get as close to stopping as I ever do.

I have mapped out my adventures for 2024 and have moved onto pondering 2025.

So many wild plans are swirling in my head.

Has anyone been to the Caribbean? Should it be on my list if I get the opportunity to be in that part of the world?

Let me know.

And have a great weekend.

And happy birthday Dad!