I guess at one stage or another it happens to most of us. Maybe it’s age, or perhaps it’s the change in commitments the following day that’s got me looking at my watch at 9pm in a busy bar, wishing I was at home.
The problem is, there’s another side to me that disagrees very strongly to that thought. Unfortunately she tends not to show up when I’m actually out.
No, she appears at the planning stage, popping her head up with a nostalgic glow anytime someone mentions a night out. She fills my heart with anticipation when I hear others talking about big nights and whispers softly in my ear “if you want to be fun, you know what you have to do, staying in is for boring people.”
But, as I find myself waiting at the bar, trying so hard to enjoy something that 5 years ago would have been pure pleasure to me, she disappears and leaves me alone.
It’s time to admit it, this just isn’t fun any more.
It was, but not anymore.
Now don’t get me wrong, I still have a good time, it just show up in a slightly different form these days. Like an afternoon BBQ or, dinner with friends. Unlike the old days where we’d dance off into the night chanting “eating’s cheating and sleep is the enemy.”
It’s time to admit those days are gone.
But once again she raises her head and cry’s, “but you’ll be no fun”.
It’s true, those days are gone, and it’s not even a matter of seeing what’s replaced them as fun. I already know that.
What’s hard to admit, is what used to be the best thing in the world, no longer is. No matter how hard I try to recreate it, it’s gone. It’s time to stand down.
As I look around the packed dance floor I’m happy to see, it’s someone else’s turn now.
I’m no longer hard wired to believe a good time is only had if it ends with a spew. I’m thankful for the fun I had and grateful for what’s replaced it.
I love my mornings, my family time and not to mention waking up knowing where I am. I love a few beers in the afternoon sun and laughing until it hurts at dinner with the greatest of friends.
In this moment I cherish them just that little bit more, as I realise time will pass and soon enough it will be someone else’s turn again.