A conversation with myself

For many years, after I turned 26, I didn’t really feel a lot older. By 26, I had completed my education, qualified as a lawyer, taken up my first role in a law firm in London, bought a property and dated a few guys, albeit not very seriously. I think I felt the most adult I’d been in my entire life and I didn’t feel any more mature or different for at least another 10 years or more. Has anybody else had that feeling? Well, if not, that’s the significance of age 26 for me and it’s the starting point for this blog.

Now I am in my late fifties and I certainly don’t feel 26 any more. For reasons, probably to do with age, I find myself looking back at my 26 year old self and pondering the years since then. I could really bore you, reader, with the story of my life’s journey.  Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen. Anyway, why would you want to know? It’s not as if I’ve done anything remarkable, like trekking to the South Pole or sailing the Atlantic single handed. No, the purpose of this blog, I realise, as I am writing this introduction, is to pick up on things I wish I’d known back then, when I was 26, and thought I knew a lot. Of course, I don’t claim to know it all now, but a lot more has fallen or crashed into place. Really, I guess this blog is a conversation with my 26 year old self. It’s going to be a backwards/forwards kind of dialogue and I’m not totally sure where I’m going with it, but let’s see…………