It’s me.
I keep thinking how I can be so lost in space at 35. Interestingly enough, at 35 I am having all the kinds of torments that 25 year olds have (I think). I am having all the fun I should have had back then, and I am asking myself all the questions I should have asked myself and others then.
I have discovered Kant, Mussorgsky’s Godunov, Erica Jong and Carmen MacRae… A bit late for all this, right? It is indeed. But I do not care. I like day dreaming (where possible), but I stopped feeling guilty about it. I started thinking about serious relationships (but not too much, so not too seriously), about loneliness and lifelessness, about not attending to family or to the theatre enough, about travelling as a modus vivendi, about not getting enough fiction in my reading, about not travelling to see lifelong friends, about forgetting the names of the children of my friends, about the virtues of healthy living, about face lines and maturity…
All these issues, the immediate ones (except the all-consuming, all prevailing work & career topic), are making some noise for me. It may all sound very blasé, passé, Bridgetjonesian or just plain prosaic. But this exercise of self-indulgence is sometimes fun. Just for the writing ;-)
And after the spree of s.i prose, here’s some food for thought in the form of a new research paper. It’s for those of us with a guilty conscience about our carbon footprint. Because it seems the EU is still being very shy about in its efforts to cap carbon dioxide emissions from passenger flights. More information at the Tyndall Center for Climate Change Research
Tags: aging, bridget jones, carbon dioxide, climate change, erica jong, kant, Mussorgsky, peter pan, tyndall centre
