40's the new 30!

Oh Lord… it’s my birthday in less than a month and I’m not getting any younger or any prettier. Boooooo!!



Unfortunately, I’m getting a few pounds heavier but I'm very happy to say that I'm certainly getting wiser. I’m also learning the art of happiness even when I’m not…. well… happy!



Thankfully, I now realise patience is a fine art which is achieved with layers of maturity but I’m still finding it extremely difficult not to throw a temperamental fit and I still sometimes find myself in a high state of emotion when not much emotion’s called for!

As I get older, I like to use the term “…oh f*** it – it’s no biggie” which I think is a good thing. F*** it creates less stress. I could word it differently (i.e. minus profanity), but I wouldn’t be being me would I? And quite frankly, as time ticks along, I quite like being me.

Anyway, looking at some of these fabulous older women, I’m looking forward to adding another digit to my age, it’s all good.

I might not have a make-up artist like some of the wonderful women I’ve featured in their 40s, but my mirror mirror on the wall isn’t showing me anything that makes me jump back in horror – YET.

So I declare that 40 is the new 30.



Remind me to be this positive when I get to 50! If I do reach the 50 mark (if the Grim Reaper doesn't come and snatch me off the face of the earth), I really don't want to hear that Iman, Oprah and Angela Bassett are washing their face in Caviar. If that's the case, I'll be forced to get a second job which doesn't fit with my plans at all because I'm already planning to retire at 50.