I turn 40 in six months. On 1st January 2012 to be precise.
When I turned 20 I was working in Sydney as a junior secretary (coincidentally in the building hubs now works in), single, partying, thinking about finishing my degree (which I'd taken a 'break' from), living in a cute flat in Ultimo.
When I turned 30 I was working as a PA, married (but not to hubs), still partying, still thinking about finishing my degree, and renting on the North Shore.
When I turn 40 I'll be working from home as a published author, married to hubs (hopefully - love yooooo), two children, one cat, one dog, four chickens, one arts degree, one mortgage. And a single glass of pinot is my idea of a party.
Yep, seem to have got my act together in the last ten years, or maybe it all fell apart?? Hmm. I know one thing though, I'm one hell of a lot happier going into 40 than I ever was going into 20 or 30.
I'm going to write a series of posts on turning 40 over the next few months. Looking back over the bits I treasure and the bits I'm more than happy to let go, and looking forward, at the things I want to achieve, and the stuff I'd like to leave behind.
This can be the first one.