No, that header is not sarcastic. Those of a cynical disposition who would prefer not read a soppy post, please look away now…
I turn forty this month and I’m absolutely thrilled about it.
For various personal reasons, I have always been aware of how lucky I am to be alive. I mean, we’re all lucky to be alive, but I very nearly didn’t make it out of babyhood (having been born with a literal broken heart, I was saved by a wonderful NHS cardiology department) and, without wishing to be too vomit-inducing, I’m so happy and grateful for my life and that I still get to be living it.
Rather than worrying about ageing (let’s face it, there can be few less-productive things to fret over), I’m truly celebrating. I get to be forty: I’m so blinking lucky!
I adored my thirties and so many amazing things have happened to me in the last decade – both personally and professionally – that it is only natural to feel a little sad at waving it goodbye. However, I have every intention of making my forties just as enjoyable and fulfilling. More time with family and friends, more writing, more travel and fun and nice food and reading good books!
Perhaps I have an unfair advantage; I was the child who couldn’t wait to grow up, the teenager who always wanted to be older, the woman in her twenties who ran joyfully into the arms of marriage, mortgage and motherhood. I have, frankly. always been middle-aged (reading, radio four, comfortable shoes, saying ‘gosh’) so it’s quite nice to be at the ‘right’ stage for my natural inclinations.
While working on the final revisions for The Secrets of Ghosts, I found time to turn 37 (I know, I’m a multi-tasker extraordinaire).
I had a lovely birthday with a surprise trip to Edinburgh (which included delicious red wine in my favourite bar), and a brilliant gift from my brilliant husband. Look! Aren’t they pretty!
It’s been a fantastic start to 2014 and I’m feeling very lucky. And I can’t believe my second published book is out next month. Meep!
I’ve been mulling over ideas for a ‘release day giveaway’ and will be back soon with full details. I hope you’re all having a good (or, at least, productive!) January and, as always, thanks for reading.
Yesterday’s post made me think about my blessings and, without wishing you all to lightly vomit, they are legion.
Top of the list this week has to be this gorgeous dotty apron which my daughter made for my birthday. She had the help of a talented (and wonderful – thanks Mum!) Gran and it was her very first sewing machine project.
To say I was overwhelmed when I opened the parcel would be an understatement. I won’t lie to you, dear reader; tears were shed. How could it be that my baby girl* could’ve executed a surprise present so perfect? How? My mind, it boggleth. My heart, it squeezes with joy. Seriously; how did I get this lucky?
[Thanks to Mum for the photo, too. Read more about the fabulous apron-project on her craft-filled blog The Turtle Moves]
* Anybody who wishes to point out that my baby girl is now eleven years old is perfectly at liberty to do so. I have my fingers in my ears.
When we first moved to this house six years ago, I couldn’t believe my luck; that I got to live somewhere so friendly and peaceful and to wake up to this view every day. It felt like a fairy godmother had waved her magic wand and I swore that I would never take my good fortune for granted.
In the spirit of that promise, I thought I’d take a photo of my view once a month. To catalogue the changing seasons and to remind myself to consciously celebrate something I’m so very lucky to enjoy.
Also, it was the first proper hard frost of the winter yesterday (in mid-January!) and I tried to take a picture of the beautiful spikey-sparkles. I failed, but you get the idea.