We’re sitting here in our new summerhouse, it’s RD’s birthday, and he has now joined me in being 62. As I have said before I have so many blogs bubbling up from geezers in my brain and then sinking below the surface. But I thought, given it’s RD’s birthday, I would start to write about how age really has changed me. Even in the last year.

No more will I be worrying if people will be offended by what I write. Bugger me, in this day and age that’s not going to be hard! So if you are of the easily, wanting to be offended ilk, I would suggest this is not going to be your type of blog. Or…maybe it is. Maybe you will suck up any little morsel of offensiveness (which isn’t really offensive, but let’s be honest the easily offended can always find something right?) and feast on it for days. But enough of those type of people because not only do they bore the fuck out of me (yes I swear) but I am too old to worry about being cancelled.

No more will I not say what I really think, worry about any effect on my stats, worry whether it will reduce my followers. It’s time that older people just threw caution to the wind, stop worrying about what people think, and just be.

Who has inspired me? Lao Tzu, we give things labels then allow those labels to define and control us. Family, mother, brother, sister, son. We are a Chief Exec, a Banker, a Doctor, even better a Consultant, an influencer!? I think just stopping there is the pertinent place to stop. What exactly does all that mean?

Khalil Gibran: ‘we do not own our children, and they do not own us.’ Or, to quote Melody Beattie from ‘The Grief Club’, ‘we are all just people walking down the street.’ I watch so many people, including myself, struggle to perpetuate this myth, and get hurt so many times trying to do so.

Melodie Beattie, helping me understand that we grieve all endings, as we should. Leaving my beautiful Edwardian house in the UK at the start of this adventure. Leaving Montaigu five years aho now, my sanctuary, my tree of Tao. But would I go back to it now? No. I have learned we learn from everything if we want to.

Most recently’Life’ sent Charles Bukowski my way. The late Charles just popped up on my Facebook feed (he would be pissed by that!) God I would invite that man to my dinner party. He just saw it for what it is.

In short, over the last year RD and I looked at each other and said ‘ When we say ‘we don’t care, we really don’t fucking care!’ Finally we have freedom.

You all get the gist. I’ll bet many are nodding their heads.

More to come.

Moisy