Category: Fabulous 40s

On Friday I turned 40. I was touched by the kindness of family and friends in helping me make big deal of it – which got me wondering why 40 can have such a negative connotation. After all, turning 40 simply means the earth has orbited the sun 14,570 times since I was born. But… Continue reading Forget frumpy – make 40 fabulous

I’m using the psychological magnitude of turning four-oh to, I hope, galvanise myself into action on some long overdue goals. Here they are: 1. Have a draft manuscript of a non-fiction book completed. I don’t know whether I want to seek publication, self-publish, or make it an e-book, but that decision can come later. By… Continue reading Power of 40

I turn 40 on September 28. I don’t look or act 40 (a canny combination of good genes and sustained immaturity), so when I reminded my Mum of this minor milestone, she looked shaken. I could see her doing the calculations in her head (unlike me, she can do this sans fingers). Her eyes darted… Continue reading Countdown to 40