Somewhere in the middle of this month I have a birthday, one of those with a big fat zero on the end of it.
Yep, I’m leaving the naughty 40s and embracing the flirty 50s!
Forty is the old age of youth and 50 is the youth of old age.
The past decade has been an awakening for me. I found myself, if that makes sense.
The next 10 years is going to be even more fabulous and I have a bucket list of things to achieve.
They include going to Paris, riding a noble steed along a deserted beach and finishing the book I’ve been writing.
It’s a time of experience and possibilities.
Now I need a posh frock and a bottle of Champagne to put on ice.