My second guest in the September Series: Thoughts on ‘This Time Next Year’ is Johanna Castro from Lifestyle Fifty. Jo is a vibrant lady who is definitely Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyond and in her words
I write Lifestyle Fifty to help empower older women to be have fun, make a difference, stay healthy, remain stylish and be happy.
Another blogger, based in Australia, Jo is feisty and fun and certainly looks fit and fabulous. I met Jo through a blogging group and just loved her smile, positive attitude and style. I love that women of our age are really taking life head on and Jo is certainly one of those fabulous women.
I would also encourage you to pop over and visit Jo at her website and through social media, You will find the links at the end of this post.
Thoughts on ‘This Time Next Year’ with Guest – Johanna Castro
This time next year I’ll be half way through my 61st year on this earth.
I will have passed the milestone of my Big 60, way back in March.
This time next year it will be September 2018. It seems inconceivable.
On December 31st 1999 we were wondering if the world might end the next day. Remember all the gossip back then – the year 2000 and all that doom and gloom? Computers would stop working. January the first might not arrive at all?
And to think back to when I was 11, standing on the threshold of Grammar School and my headmistress at Baydon Primary School in Wiltshire was talking to Mum and Dad about the millennium, she turned to me and said:
“And you will be how old Johanna?”
I squinted into the watery sunshine and calculated.
“42 I said.”
“And I’ll most likely be dead,” she replied jokingly. And they all laughed on that summer’s day in the late ’60’s in England.
I didn’t laugh. I thought 42 sounded so old. Even older than my parents. An age I may not even get to. Who even wanted to be that old? Who knew?
Now I’m looking at 2018 and 60! Oh wow!
But way back then, being 11 had it’s own problems.
Namely a pony called Pendragon who lately had taken to bolting instead of jumping fences at local gymkhanas. My parents weren’t all that impressed by my efforts to prevent this, and he and I were to be packed off for a week in the school holidays to Marion Mould’s equine school in Hampshire. It was a privilege. I was terrified.
I also had a small problem with a boy called David who was purportedly ‘in love’ with my best friend and not me.
Then there was the new school I’d start after the summer holidays. I already had the uniform. Two sizes too big because it was bought to last. I’d learnt how to knot my tie correctly already, but I was anxious about weekly boarding. I’d heard they had jam and peanut butter sandwiches for supper before bed time, and their were six beds in each dorm. Would I like them (the peanut butter and jam sandwiches, and the other 5 girls) I wondered?
Ahh, how the years have flown. Where did they go? I don’t know why thinking of this time next year has had my thoughts fleeing back to my childhood.
After my school years there was much adventure (and turmoil too) There were the travelling years, meeting and falling in love with my husband years, the expat years, baby years, the teenage years and now the young adult offspring years – Was I paying enough attention? It went by so fast.
Today I’m thinking ahead to this time next year already, and all the days and all the minutes between now and then will also be just water under the bridge of time.
Will I have made a difference to this world by then. Have I ever?
I doubt it. Not in a big way. Maybe small things. Maybe some things which I don’t even know were good but which had an impact on someone’s life somehow. I hope so.
Is there still time to make a big difference before this time next year? Do I still have the energy for you know, big things? Because what I’m finding now is my energy is not inexhaustible anymore.
And what of my blog, Lifestyle Fifty? Yes, some people say it inspires and helps them – but the majority? If I stopped tomorrow would anyone really care (except perhaps me?!) Probably not.
Yet blogging, in the way of being creative and sharing my thoughts and photos about life, traveling, fashion, keeping fit and sane, and what I learn from all of that. It’s been such a sustaining force over the last 8 years.
It’s helped me make sense of the world, and I’ve made some fantastic ‘bloggie’ friends too. Ultimately it seems that my blog has become as much a part of me, as I of it. I really really hope it’s helped others too.
So this time next year. Will I still be blogging?
Yes, I’m absolutely sure of it because now it defines me and what I have to offer this world.
I am still an (executive) housewife, but I’m a blogger too.
This time next year – hmm. I’d like to be blogging about somewhere far away, exotic, or freezing cold.
Perhaps a Norwegian Fjords cruise.
Now wouldn’t that be nice!
A gypsy heart and a geologist husband brought travel writer Johanna Castro from South Africa to Western Australia. Exploring and writing about the region became a passion which led on to the opportunity to update Fodor’s Western Australian chapter.
Jo’s lived in 11 countries including Nepal, South Africa, Namibia, Lesotho, Hong Kong, The Philippines, Gambia, Taiwan and England and has contributed to over 40 publications worldwide. She publishes two blogs The ZigaZag Mag (https://zigazag.com) a blog offering a slice of life about Western Australia and Lifestyle Fifty (https://lifestylefifty.com) a blog empowering women to age wisely, keep fit, stay stylish and have adventures.