I’ve just realised that my marriage to the father of our children occupied one quarter of my 80 years on earth. Two of my eight decades of life.
I used to think about my life as a series of decades. Spending very (VERY) approximately ten years each at being a child, being a teen, mothering, teaching, writing, teaching abroad, running a company, multi-media something-or-other…
But now I think about my life in chunks of 20 years. It’s a matter of perspective. I feel more solid and settled. And I like it. It seems almost orderly, almost as if I designed it that way. Yeah, right!
Of course I’ve been making up my life as I go along, like you. Making plans that morph into unexpected mini-careers. Enjoying every ride into the blue.
But I’m enjoying this temporary illusion of symmetry. It has taken me by surprise.
I wonder whether you have noticed a similar change in your perception of time and purpose as the years go by?
PS Is there a word for 20 years, similar to decade? If not, can you coin one for me please?