Oh ethel you have so made my day. I thought It was just me. This could have been me posting just before my 60th birthday. I don't understand why I felt this way I just did. I knew it was a waste of time but I just couldn't help it. For me I think it was the realisation that it wasn't just the big dreams that wouldn't come true but also the little ones. That I had truly made my bed and now had to lie in it. It's not that I'm not happy. I have a lovely husband, children who love me, 8 wonderful grandchildren. In reality I have never been so loved by so many. Perhaps it's an age of reflection for some of us. I am hoping that by 65 it will turn into an age of acceptance. I have read the replies and hope I can put their good advice into practise. Bye the bye I have been a cleaner. I worked in a factory, been a dinner lady I met some wonderful people who remain my good friends. I think these experiences actually enriched my life and made me a much better person. I'd have liked to have been clever but most of the very clever people I know were never really happy. They knew too much. The very beautiful people I have Known have often been taken advantage of. Mostly I wished I'd made the most of things. I don't want to waste these years wishing for what I can't have. Mostly I don't want to be a bitter, disappointed miserable old women.
( because i'v met some of those) Easier said than done. I just think it's the BIG 60 that gives us a jolt and if we are the sensible sort we'll get over it. You sound the sensible sort to me ethel. We'll be o.k ...eventually
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