Today I turned forty nine which means in twelve months’ time I turn fifty….FIFTY! I can’t believe that and I am so not ready for it. I feel like I’m in my twenties still. Doesn’t this mean I’m supposed to have helped build an orphanage, saved some orang-utans and climbed Everest by now? Well I’ve done none of that. I’ve immigrated to Australia – ten years ago (that was pretty monumental I guess) and brought up two beautiful children I’m incredibly proud of. I haven’t bungie jumped (not that I’d want to), jumped out of an aeroplane, sailed the world or abseiled down the Empire State Building (can you even do that?)
One of the birthday gifts from my daughter was a book called The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin and a voucher to attend a happiness workshop (what is she trying to tell me?) ‘You need to calm down mum, relax; chill’. Instead of curling up on the floor in the foetal position for the year, waiting for the big five-O to smack me in the face, I’ve decided to turn the last year of my forties into a journey of happiness. It’s time to be happier and spend more time doing things that make me happy. I hope you will join the ride. Let the Happiness Project begin!