First One Past the Post

Nope, I’m not referring to horse riding or jockeys. This is my first post here and I’m not sure what I want to write about really, but I feel that it’s time that I did so again. I’m currently sat here binge watching Mad Men on Netflix (even though I do have the full box set with extras), feeling that I actually do belong in the past and that I’m really not cut out for the modern world.

Now, before the hackles are raised and you’re all stood there staring at me like I have no pants on…let me explain myself. I was born in the 1980s and my parents raised me with the things they liked, which was Motown music and the Beatles. I grew up with the music of the 1960s and 1970s, vivid memories dancing to Diana Ross in my fluffy pink slippers and flammable nightwear. I can remember my parents holding parties with the neighbours and the Tupperware, sending myself and my brother off to bed with a couple of new magazines to keep us quiet.

I may sound old-fashioned when I say that I prefer these simpler times, but I find some parts of modern society to be really jarring with the past. It feels like my life has been on a constant case of fast forwarding technology and society, things are so different in the year of 2017 compared to my childhood of the 1980s. Am I a sentimental old fool? Partially, yes.

I love the Internet, I love the ability of being to connect with people half way across the globe. It amazes me on a daily basis about how much online culture has expanded from the chat rooms and MSN Messenger of the 1990s, with Habbo Hotel and Neopets; to being able to order a takeaway to your door and toilet paper to be ordered at the click of a Dash button in your bathroom.

But there is definitely something to be said about a slower pace of life, a simpler frame of mind. People own too much clutter and this takes over not only their lives but their minds. Slowing down and cutting back is something I’ve done in my own life and not dashing around five hundred miles an hour. It has made me more organised, more thoughtful towards others and my house cleaner.

And I’m a terrible housekeeper 😩

But, till next time…

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