Two significant things happened this year in terms of me growing up. The first I only found out about today. For the first year ever, I didn’t get an advent calendar from my parents. I’m too old. That’s right. The dream is over. No longer a child. The other significant thing was that my parents got rid of my bunk bed, stuck a double in my room and said that I’m allowed boys to stay over. Though, my Mum hastened to add, not just any boys. Just my boyfriend. I could have him to stay though. Any time I liked.
I’m 25.
I’ve been living with D for five years.
Back to the calendar thing. I’ve always quite liked the idea of advent. I don’t believe in an all knowing god, but I do believe in looking forward to things. When I was a teenager I used to keep all the free stuff I got on the front of magazines throughout the year in a big box, and then at Christmas I’d open them, so it would be like extra presents. Delayed gratification is one of my hobbies. So I’ve decided I still want to do advent. But instead of eating a small portion of budget sugarlard every day, I’m going to think of something nice to do for myself. Photo of today’s treat to follow. It’s not much; I’m starting small. That’s one of the rules of delayed gratification. Give yourself room to build.
