It’s okay to be happy with a calm life #GrannyJess

It’s okay to be happy with a calm life #GrannyJess

Do you remember the first time in school you got really excited about a piece of work?

You could have been 4, positively relishing the prospect of making pasta shell necklaces, vividly dreaming about all the wild colours you could paint the penne that would adorn your neck. Maybe you found the feeling when you were a little bit older, just starting out in the big wide world of secondary education when the thought of a project designed to give your new found classmates an insight into your life, caused your heart to flutter slightly at what you perceived to be the ultimate way to reveal yourself as cool & interesting. It could have even been right at the very end of your compulsory education; in sixth form or college, when an extended project actually gave you the opportunity, for the first (and maybe final) time to passionately articulate yourself about a subject matter that really mattered to you. Once you find that feeling, a curious mix of excitement, optimism and potential, it never leaves you. Sometimes you may find it in a hobby, a job, or even just a conversation. Any opportunity to fully express yourself on something that really matters to you.

This is how this blog makes me feel. It excites me to have an opportunity to pour my honest thoughts and feelings onto a virtual page allowing you to read them. Sometimes however,  all that passion and hopeful enthusiasm is replaced with bumbling words, half hearted sentences and an explanations lacking in context. ‘Cause sometimes it’s just hard isn’t it, so truly get out what you want to say and articulate yourself? Though it’s not for lack of trying, a real true desire to share, one that weights heavy on your chest can just leave you stumped as of where to start. So, just bare with me on this one.

Today I want to write about being a fully paid up member to the granny club. I want to write about being tame, and why it’s completely okay to be that way. It’s not a grand or vital subject, and while it may feel self indulgent to want to talk about it so much when on a daily basis the TV screens are filled with the horror of the crises our world currently faces, it’s important to me.

 

Granny Jess loves cosy coffee shop exploits.
                                                          Granny Jess loves cosy coffee shop exploits.

So what do I mean by the granny club? I mean, in principle that my day to day life is more likely to resemble someones with a bus pass than one not even a full year into their 20’s. And you know what, it really does. I’m totally totally happy about it, but others just aren’t, and that really is what I want to talk about.

Let’s set the ground work shall we? I’m 3 months away from 21 and I’ve never ever ever been drunk. Like, I’ve probably never had more than 3 cocktails or ciders in one go. I’ve never ever even tried at cigarette, so guessing whether i’ve ever touched drugs is pretty easy to guess. I couldn’t even swallow tablets until the end of last year. I’m not into nights out, or flirting with men in bars. And yes, I’ve never kissed someone I didn’t know first. I don’t like pranks or crazy stunts, and after 3/4 nights on holiday, no matter how much I enjoyed it, it’s pretty likely i’m almost ready to come home.

 

Saturdays are made for M&S trips for one.
                                                                      Saturdays are made for M&S trips for one.

People hear all of this, or even just a snippet of it and their first port of call is to judge me. Sometimes out loud and sometimes silently, but I can always tell. Sometimes I’m perceived i’m received as a little bit boring and sometimes i’m labelled as a full on granny. I’ll happily call myself  that and admit it, but my issue here is with those that have such distain for my lifestyle.

I’m often told I should be out while I’m young and that i’m wasting time before all of the responsibility hits, but what if i simply don’t like that lifestyle? I work full time, rent a 2 bed house and pay all my bills on time every month, so i think i’m mentally old enough to make a conscious decision about how I spend my evenings and weekends.  I’m so contented with my life, so i don’t see why people always have to make assumptions and voice opinions on it. Society seems to say it’s better to drink yourself into a oblivion and treat drugs that warrant criminal convictions like a bag of pick and mix from the cinema.

There are no lies or secrets behind it, and this blog post isn’t filtered with Juno or Hefe, I really do enjoy my life just the way it is. This would be a good moment to point out that I enjoy a rather varied life, and that i don’t just sit at home watching TV and going to bed at 9pm. I felt my day yesterday was pretty dreamy and here’s how it went down..

lazysaturay

I had a lovely sleep in that was the epitome of gloriousness till about 10:30am, and spent an hour or so catching up with my boyfriend on the events of the week  (it had been a super busy working week, as most have been this year and he’d been working away for a few days) I then continued to vertically chill for about half a hour, under my duvet watching some youtube videos while he made me the best and totally naughty breakfast of hash browns, bacon and fried onions. Once it was ready I came downstairs and we ate it while watching two episodes of TV we’d missed during the week. After that I went back to bed for a bit, cause well, why not? Then we very very slowly got ready, and headed off to collect the dog from his parents for a walk. We had a lovely long stroll with our even more lovely golden labrador and headed back to his parents for a cup of tea. By this point it was about 7 o clock, and then we headed off in the direction of home to a nearby shopping complex, at which point I picked up some foodie bits and flowers from M&S, and some make up and soap & glory goodness. Then it was back home where I made a stir fry, put my dressing gown on and caught up with my favourite Saturday night programme (Casualty – stop judging!) After that Martin put a film on while I made us a cup of peppermint tea and I spent a good few hours, cosy on the couch reading Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan and Glamour, before heading up to bed around 2AM.

Mucky Pup
                                                               Mucky Pup

My day, to me was rather wonderful. It was chilled out, refreshing, cosy, and after a long tiring week in work, it was CALM.  A lot of people think it’s a crime to love a calm life, but happy with it.

While I love socialising, I prefer drinks over dinner instead of a dedicated night out. I love to dance too, like parties are where it’s at. I’m going to a 70th this month and i’m genuinely super excited cause the older the person, the better the music! I’m a night owl and you’ll never find me asleep before midnight. I just don’t think it should be seen as a crime to love a calm life.

 

Last night I was living the dream.
                                                                    Last night I was living the dream.

So this blog post can be what you make of it it. It can be an outcry for acceptance of “The old lady life” or a passionate portrayal of my weekends labelled boring & no fun. Whatever you make of it, just know I flaunt my grey haired emoji with pride and if you feel the same as me, that you’re tame and by societies standards are totally uncool then just bloody work it. Be content with Friday nights in your dressing gowns and Saturdays drinking coffee and reading. Do your own bloody thing and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

You heard it here, it really is okay to be happy with a calm life.

 

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