I watched the last episode of a touch of frost yesterday. I felt like it was time. Ever since I watched the last episode of Friends, it appears I have inadvertently avoided watching the end of programs. I either cut out before the end, or avoid programs with definite finishes altogether, opting for continuing programs that have been pulled in for another season.
I am beginning to see that this is a parody of my life. I’ve known for years that my fun twenties would come to an end. I’ve known for years that I would have to grow up one day to, to prepare for the next stage of my life if nothing else. Having a child when you are very much a child yourself is not a plan I had in mind. I needed to get everything out of my system first.
Only I’ve avoided the end. Opting instead to avoid people who represent growing up, and only take part in activities and groups that are not close to their expiration date.
This year I made a change and decided to grow up. Now I feel much more capable of watching the end of things without having a break down.
The end of a touch of frost was as anticipated but equally calming. Didn’t see that emotion coming. I guess I’m ready…
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