As I sit on my dilapidated chair, still so comfortable and familiar, yet frayed and no longer sparkling white. More a cream colour now from years of being sat upon and having basked in many days of sunlight. It has been re-padded over the years, and once completely re-covered, but it is still remains my favourite chair.
Many other pieces of furniture have come and gone over the years, but not my chair. I have had to many beds to count, couches and sofas too. I even attempted my very own desk once, but I always fall back into my big comfy white chair.
For it is in this chair where hundreds of blog posts are written every year, and many characters for my novels have been created. It is also the chair where I have had my young children, (aged 1, 3 and 6 when I bought it) snuggle up next to me for cuddles and talks over the years. It is where my puppy laid on my lap warming me as I typed.
I have made many new friendships whilst on this chair, with empowering, warrior women all over the world. And I have chatted for hours on the phone giving advice and sharing laughter on my chair.
Now here I sit, still in my chair, typing away at age 86. My young fingers that once typed are now full of wrinkles and age spots, but they are still beautiful as they allow me to type my thoughts day after day, and share them with you, my lovely loyal readers.
A day in the life . . . .
Today I sit in my white chair typing this, but I am not 86, in fact I am in my 30’s and I have only been blogging for 4 months. I am linking up with Write or Die Wednesday, and as this weeks prompt is the picture above, “a day in the life”. So I have decided to write it from a ‘fantasy‘ standpoint. So this is a day in the life of Mackenzie Glanville aged 86.
This morning I woke to the familiar song of the morning birds. I lay there for a while feeling the gentle breeze caress my face. Slowly I opened my eyes, Steven was already out of bed, that was nothing new. Since retiring he had gone back to being an early riser, I think having less stress over work makes him sleep better at night and wake up more refreshed. Besides dawn and twilight he says are the best time for shooting his photographs. (If you don’t know his work yet, follow him on Instagram @photoglanville).
I ease my old aching body out of bed, feeling like crawling back under the covers, but knowing a good walk along the beach is a healthier option at my age. I find Steven on the deck, as I thought camera in hand and an exhilarated look upon his aged, but still handsome face. Our loyal dog curled up at his feet. Steven’s face lights up when he sees me, and he embraces me in his arms. I feel so warm and safe right here.
After breakfast and bathing, I pull out my laptop. Time to check emails, read and comment on my favourite blogs and check my social media. Unexpectedly one of my best friends pops in and we sit out on the deck with coffee and some delicious cake. My doctor says I should be watching my waist line, but I’m 86 and he is only 40, so what does he know? He also said I should be slowing down. Slowing down, me? Huh! I love writing my novels, and my loyal readers are waiting on my next book release, I don’t like to let them down. Besides like I have always said
Click to tweet: “writing for me is like breathing fresh air, I need it to survive”
It keeps me young too, as do my grand-kids, and great grand-kids. My Grandson Aidan is popping over later with his lovely wife and their little poppet Madeline. She is only 2 and she is such a cutie, she calls me Gra-Granny, instead of Great-Granny. She looks just like her great Aunt April with those big blue eyes and strawberry hair.
So yes after a extra slice of cake, just because I can, I head back to my big comfy chair and spend some time writing. Steven comes in with a sandwich, he can see I’m on a roll and knows better then to break my flow. Later he comes back to tell me Aidan has arrived. Is it that time already????!
After a lovely afternoon, Aspen and Adam drop by after work, we call April whilst they’re here so we can have a group chat, April is on her own book tour overseas.
After a quiet dinner, and a call to my sister, we settle into our favourite chairs, me writing, Steven reading, cup of warm tea on the side table. The sun sets over the water and I look at my husband. I am home.
Thanks for joining me in my little fantasy land . . .
You know it made me think whilst writing this and imaging the type of future I wish for that the most important things to me are my family, friends and my writing, which I already knew. But something I realised was that I don’t want to rush my future, a day in my life right now is pretty amazing. I may not be a published writer, or have a home by the beach, but I am exactly where I want to be.
My future is a mystery, and I am glad. I know there is heartache to come, and I know there is so much love, and an abundance of joy and laughter to come my way. Whatever happens, whatever my children decide to do with their lives, wherever I live, it will all unfold and I will there to witness it, and rejoice in life.
Wherever this journey takes me, I am just so happy right now that a ‘day in my life’ involves family, friends and writing, OK and maybe coffee ‘n cake!
Thanks for joining me, love Mackenzie xx
Click to Tweet: “Don’t be in a hurry in life. Savour it. Love it. Live it”!
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This weeks prompts for 27th March 2015
- What was the funniest thing you saw or heard this week?
- What is the most influential book you have ever read?
- Create an image quote for this for a visual prompt: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” –Maya Angelou
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Just beautiful Mack, although at the start I was so suckered in I didn’t question you writing 100’s of blog posts and creating characters. With how frequently you write I believed it!
It’s funny, but last night I had this thought about what if I woke up blind and couldn’t write anymore…(I had been watching a show with a blind guy riding a bicycle for the first time since becoming blind). It was a horrid thought, that of not being able to write! May the urge and ideas never leave us!
Not quite at hundreds yet my friend lol, you make me smile. Oh what an awful dream!!!! And yes may we always have the urge to write xx
Loved this post. Although at my age I try to live in the present, it is nice to imagine things like this happening. I want that chair! 😀
Thanks Cathy, yes we need to live in the present, but it was fun to write
What a great ‘reflection’. I hope by 80 I’m still blogging or whatever form it might take when we get there. I love that chair. #TwinklyTuesday
Funny when I was writing, I was wondering what technology we will be writing on by then?
Thanks for giving me a lovely warm hug from the comfort of your dilapidated chair 🙂
welcome xx
Hello Mac, how funny!! I have just popped over to see you because I have not had time all day when I see that you have written about your chair. I wrote about my table today, however this is a great. I was taken in at first when you said you were 86 ha! But then I read on, my day revolves around exactly the same things as yours, aren’t we lucky? So nice to meet you x
Great, I am coming over to your world now to read about this table! Thanks for commenting, made me smile xx
Aw, Mac. this brought a tear to my eye, your chair is my early 1900’s bureaux, full of precious things and odds ‘n’ ends (and some glow in the dark paint that I need to clean off). I suspect that in 50 years time, it will be filled, not with china, but with dog toys, where I am known locally as ‘the crazy Collie lady’ xx
And I can be the crazy old chair lady. Thank you so much for your comment, glad it touched you xx
Mackenzie, this is so beautiful. I love how you have imagined your day in the future. It’s filled with love and family and contentment. 🙂 I love it! Thanks so much for joining us! xo
Always love joining you xx
Love your unique take on the prompt. It is lovely to imagine what a day in the life of our future self will hold. Enjoyed reading yours!
Thanks so much Andrea, was a bit of fun
Love your writing and the symbolism of the chair. This is a beautiful fantasy, for who knows what 86 holds for you? Each of us has a different old age. I’d love to be like that at 80, which is not too far away for me. But one thing is true. You will write for as long as you can, and even when your fingers give out, you will find ways to keep on writing. For that is your destiny and as you grow older, writing will keep you younger, more active, your brain more alert, and be your last companion.
Your comment touched me, I had tears in my eyes. What you say about it being my last companion speaks to my soul. Thank you for your beautiful words, I will remember them always xx
This was wonderful to read, Mackenzie!! I bet it was fun to imagine yourself and what life might be like in your 80s. I certainly hope i’ll be rich with friends, family and writing at that age :).
This chair, is it the one you shared in another #WODW post? That super-cozy looking one I commented on? The one I would totally highjack if I spent a day in your home? 😉
Yes it’s my blogging chair, the one with wings that takes me everywhere! Thanks for your comments xx
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