Forty Nine With Ease
Embracing the journey to 50 and beyond
This Sunday I turn 49 years young
All I wish for is a lazy lie in… ALONE - it’s a Sunday after all; a decent cup of coffee, hazelnut spread on toast, my journal and a pile of books. Yup that would be my ideal start to my 49th birthday, because this year it’s going to be my COOLEST year ever - who needs 50 for an excuse to celebrate when you have 49?!
Phew, I’m glad I’ve managed to plan my ‘birthday in bed’ activities.
More interestingly, is that I’ve had an epiphany this morning.
I plan to document every single day of my 49th year here on Substack, because why the hell not. To be honest, I needed accountability to write more often on here. I have been so slack. I got lost in the Substack soup. Imposter syndrome reared its ugly head and I just had writer’s numbness, far more severe than writer’s block, but that’s another story!!
Whilst I was walking the ridgebacks earlier, I was thinking about how the 50th year always dominates the headlines. How everyone jumps for joy when it’s some…