Where the Wild Mushrooms Grow

A rather rare moment: I don’t just feel the autumn, I look like the autumn in person. There are even mushrooms growing on my head. This can only mean one thing: Christmas must be coming closer. Argh, time to panic! So much to do till it’s time to relax under the tree. I’m thinking about gifts, gift guides, and even more gifts. Every year I tell myself that next year I’m going to be better organised and start with preparations earlier. Of course, it doesn’t work and all the last minute actions start again till everybody needs to eat boxes full of cookies to compensate all energy they needed to get there. People are not as smart as they think, seriously. All of this seems like the behaviour of a hamster in a rat race.

This year passed probably faster than any other; I can’t believe it’s almost over. I worked like a dog and dressed like a rainbow. Another birthday is coming up, my godchild can walk on her own now and I see people I love getting older. I start wondering if they notice more lines in my face just as I spot lines on theirs. We are all kind people who tell each other that we still look so so very young, aren’t we? But are we honest or just favourably closing our eyes?

Let’s face it: We are no longer the young and cool ones. No reason to lie, the teenage songs of our generation are already written some time ago. I want to keep my eyes open day and night and not miss a second of my life.

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