When Did This All Happen?

Text message reads – “meet up round mine next Saturday – is that good for everyone or is that too soon?” For the first time, in a very long time, there was no hesitation, no messages reading “I am not available that day”, just “yes, I am available I need a good catch up!” This alone took me back to the good old days when there were no mobiles, no emails no WhatsApp’s, just the good old fashioned telephone, that was either out of bounds or padlocked – but we found a way of tapping the phone, to chat to our friends, arranged dates and got on with it. When it came to a party, a concert or just meeting up for anything, we were there and on time! We were free spirits, forever young and with no responsibilities.

Saturday arrives bottles in one hand and food in the other we gather in the kitchen whilst the children play. Conversations flow about life, aches and pains, hot flushes and grey hairs. Going from work to home, work to home, work to home. Bills, children and family pressures- busy doing nothing and everything. Funerals have become a common gathering whilst weddings, christening and a good old house party seem few and far between.

Questions raised, have we lost ourselves and who we once were? Silence fills the gaps music continues in the background. Telepathic thoughts engulf the room of when we use to, and how we used to, whilst our inner child whispers “I am still here”-but she is quickly and quietly ignored. Gazing out of the kitchen window it’s the early hours of the morning, the children are asleep, the music has stopped, it’s just us four and our reflections. A statement is made “we are now the elders”. The next question asked, in a state of bewilderment -when did all this happen!?

Floindigo -Just spending time thinking about time and how to make the most of it whilst we still have breath and time…