Craving the unexpected

I should have grown out of it by now.  In deepest middle age, I should be content to live my life quietly with a comfortable routine and a glass of wine and a choice of box sets to look forward to at night.

For some reason I still have not reached that point.

Last night I out.  Properly.  With high heels and contacts and more than just eye liner on my face.

Apart from trips to the cinema, it was the first time I'd been out since the Christmas Party and I was as giddy as a teenager off to her first disco.  Part of that was the heady lack of adult responsibilities, if only for a couple of hours.  A chance to be myself.  Tossing my parental hat in the front garden as I walked away without a backward glance.  No need to watch every word, no requirement to weigh every sentence to ensure that it will achieve the right result.

It wasn't just that.  It was the excitement of going somewhere new (well, revamped) trying something new - tapas, and they were delicious - and wondering how the night would go.  Yeah, it was that delicious feeling that anything could happen.  That was tad optimistic, given the location.



Still, you never know.  That's not say that I want to go completely wild.  I was that girl on a camping trip who insisted that we only stay in campsites with toilets and showers.  You'd never catch me climbing Mount Everest for example.  Not unless they build comfortable lodges every ten miles or so.

But I do like a bit of variety in my everyday life.  That's probably why I enjoyed PR so much, once I didn't have to do any actual socialising.  Everyone worked flat out, so there was no chance to be bored, and you never knew what would happen or who would ring, or even walk in through the door...

I have to have a routine now, in order to manage a very busy life.  But I still crave the unexpected.  Is it just me?


Note:  Nothing unexpected did happen last night, just a lovely catch up with friends.



8 comments:

  1. NO! It most certainly isn't just you! I'm with you 100 percent! I'm glad that you had a lovely evening...I too will be GASP! going away for one full night at the end of the month! I am beyond giddy with excitement...and weirdly, at the same time sad that I know that it will be over too quickly. *sigh*

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  2. I totally get that. I love routine, I love knowing what's happening in general, but I also love breaking out and doing something completely different. It sounds incongruous but I think it's perfectly reasonable. And I'm with you on the campsite thing. Hope you had a great night!

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  3. Nothing like a bit of *me time* to remind yourself that there is a person under that parent/carer hat. Hope you get to have another night out again soon.

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    1. I hope you get some more 'me' time too soon xx

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  4. Oh no, not just you! If I dont get a night out a month I start feeling totally frumpy and down- we all need to shake our tail feathers from time to time, even if mine are firmly tucked out of sight these days rather than poking out the bottom of a short skirt!

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    1. Yep I have banned myself from wearing short skirts too :)

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