As you probably already know, my 40th birthday is only days away. It has got me thinking about the last few decades.
The 20s - The Selfish Decade
The twenties were all about me. I broke off an engagement with my teen sweetheart. I met my love, I worked long, long hours for law firms that didn't give a rats. I wine and dined clients, lost nights in nightclubs with friends and ate too many rich meals in restaurants.
My heart was broken when my father died suddenly at 49 years old. This was my first taste of death and the biggest shock of my life.
I got engaged and married.
The 30s - The Mummy years
I had a miscarriage shortly after I turned 30yo. It was only then that I realised I wanted children. I had my first later that year and my second when I was 32yo.
First there was Stompy...
..then there was Mimi.
With my gorgeous niece on Coronet Peak in New Zealand
(Pretending to be JLo and Marc Anthony but not quite pulling it off)
And spent a lot of time with family.