I have decided that I am officially middle-aged.
Not only have I started buying “quality” clothes instead of ones that fall to bits whilst you pay for them, but I have also rejoiced in two of my close pals up here becoming Grandparents this week. Next stop: free bus pass and subscription to Readers Digest…?

Last night I had a grown-up clothes party. (Yet further evidence that my student days are behind me.) Esther’s godmother (V GLAM) sells wonderful French designer stuff. Its pricy – but then doesn’t revert to its component parts when introduced to a spot of Daz. I like it. (Although, it has to be said that I did have to be physically peeled out of some of the smaller garments by willing, hooting friends. Its not easy having extra bits the size of Jordan. I often feel I am about to fall over – even when sitting down. Ha ha!)

Yet further proof, if proof were needed, that I am ageing is the fact that I like scented candles, hot water bottles, and Marks and Spencers crisps. None of which shout the word ‘teenager’ very loudly, do they?

But do you know what guys and gals? I like ageing. I see the funny side of it all. Yes, my body seems to think that south is the direction of the season, but hey! There is breath in it and most of it works ok. So all is well.
I think one of the best things about my middle-agedness is that I no longer care about being semi-clad. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t undress on Sale highstreet…that would not be wise, or indeed, warm, but I don’t mind sitting in my knickers, cami and tights having a chat to a small group of pals. Years ago, I would have been terrified. But now, not so. I am comfortable being me. I recognise that I have a far- from -perfect figure, shape, weight and size, but I am quite happy with that.

Why so? I guess a lot of it is about confidence. I am a very confident person. I still have hang ups and insecurities, sure, but I KNOW myself… I know what I can do and what I can’t.

Cooking: yes
Maths: no

Simples.

With confidence comes a certain ‘seizing of the moment.’ I have stopped thinking “Shall I ask that person to church?” and just do it. I have stopped thinking, “Shall I give that person a book?” and just hand it over. Life is too short and I am too middle-aged not to make the most of every opportunity.

There is something rather vulnerable about allowing yourself to be dressed and commented on by people you know from the school playground. (“That makes your waist look great! That makes your legs look short!”) It causes hilarity and further sharing. I have been amazed at what one night has done. It has sparked a flurry of texts and further invites. God is very kind.

I can’t tell you loudly enough how important it is to be hospitable. Yes its inconvenient, costly and often sacrificial… but it is the fastest, surest and most pleasant way to growing God’s kingdom I know of. And that, my friends is the kind of middle aged spread I am after. You?