I sit and write this in my last few hours of being in my 40s. Part of me is quietly in shock that time has passed so quickly. But here I am indeed and this and quite a few other things of late have caused me a great deal of reflection. It’s not just me getting older but it is the steady march of time that we are all trying to hold on to. But through our fingers it slips and the days turn into weeks, into months and then before we know it into years.

Only yesterday I was walking reluctantly into school, travelling to college, work, a wedding (or two), having a baby, moving house, changing jobs, career choices….now here I am and I try to live in the moment but the moments slip by so,so quickly.

Does turning 50 bother me? A little I suppose. I am grateful for the life I lead though and the wonderful people I share it with. If I could tell my younger self anything it would be to not worry so much and to slow down. Enjoy the sunrise and the sun set, the birds singing and the wind blowing. Life is so incredibly precious and no matter where I am on my journey I know that I enter the next chapter a little wiser and very grateful.

A few pictures from a rather lovely day – my last day of being 49. 😊