I turned 45 a couple of weeks ago. With a little bit of the birthday money I had, I treated myself to a small radio controlled car. I’m talking £8 from the supermarket (without batteries, so not that cheap).
I can drive a full sized car, but who doesn’t love the fun of a little RC car?
Also, I have rainbow laces in my work boots, and a rainbow lanyard for my office ID. Partly it’s in support of Pride, but also because bright colours are nice. But everyone at work thinks I’m gay (which I only partly am…).
The older I get, the more I lean into just doing fun things, because yeah, the rest of life is a fucking grind right now.
When I got married 25 years ago, I had black army boots with red laces. (Not for the wedding, everyday wear). My ex mother in law found the red laces unsuitable and bought me black ones to be prim and proper. I was still young and malleable enough to cave. My blue mohawk last year would have made her nope out
I turned 45 a couple of weeks ago. With a little bit of the birthday money I had, I treated myself to a small radio controlled car. I’m talking £8 from the supermarket (without batteries, so not that cheap).
I can drive a full sized car, but who doesn’t love the fun of a little RC car?
Also, I have rainbow laces in my work boots, and a rainbow lanyard for my office ID. Partly it’s in support of Pride, but also because bright colours are nice. But everyone at work thinks I’m gay (which I only partly am…).
The older I get, the more I lean into just doing fun things, because yeah, the rest of life is a fucking grind right now.
When I got married 25 years ago, I had black army boots with red laces. (Not for the wedding, everyday wear). My ex mother in law found the red laces unsuitable and bought me black ones to be prim and proper. I was still young and malleable enough to cave. My blue mohawk last year would have made her nope out