Where have the last 40 years gone? Realising, as I wrote yesterday, that I`d been working in the same place for that number of years, has set me thinking about my life.
It`s a frightening thought to realise that those years have gone by as quick at that [clicking my fingers]. It doesn`t seem anywhere like as long. And, even more scary is to realise that over half my life has gone - well, unless I live to be 112 !
What have I achieved in that time?
Not a lot really. I still live in the house I was brought into as a baby. I`m still single. In fact have never had a boyfriend. I`ve only worked at one place (disregarding school holiday jobs) - although I have worked up from being on the shop floor, to being on the check-out, then on to the cash office, and now finally to the head office. Leaving school early, I lost touch with my friends from those days, and haven`t a close best friend, in the way lots of people seem to have, and, actually thinking about it I guess that my Church family are the closest I have to friends, although the vast majority of them are a lot older than me.
I`ve not travelled outside this country (but have no desire to), nor really far in the UK. I think one of the best things I did was learning to learn to drive about 14 years ago. That has made quite a difference to me.
But, am I contented with my life.
At the moment - YES!