42. According to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy books, forty-two is the answer to the question of life the universe and everything. It is also the age I will turn on Saturday.
I was hoping that, come Saturday morning, the keys to unlocking the big mysteries of life would pop my way, but my other half, who has trodden this path before me, advises me this is not the case. (Unless of course he is sworn to secrecy by the code of those who have already turned 42…I can hope right?!)
Failing that it is up to me to define my own answers I guess. I have learnt a few lessons over these four decades tho:-
Life is too short to be miserable is one of them. If you are stuck in a miserable place make changes that point you in the direction of happy.
Love is ALWAYS more important than money.
And. Um. Well. That is it really. I have no top tips for appearing stylish. No life hacks for a tidy and fashionable home. No idea how you manage a work/life balance without wobbling off the tightrope. Nope. I got nothing.
I am thinking 42 is going to be a year of development for me. My eldest is flying the nest to uni, my youngest is starting school. I have come to terms with the fact that there will be no more babies.
I am hoping that, while I am going to miss my kids massively as they move onto new stages, perhaps, finally, I might get to complete a train of thought without interruption and see if I can’t answer a few questions of my own.
Shall I look for more work from home, or some work out of the home? Do I have a novel in me or is that just a cake belly? Can I find an exercise regime that perks my boobs right up again? Will I ever find a shop that sells clothes I like that are age appropriate? Do I even care about age appropriate? Will I ever be a proper grown up or is pretending good enough?
All these and others to be answered soon….possibly…..or more likely I shall just carry on in my happy but vague fashion, hopeless at planning, failing at understanding adult concepts like pension plans and career paths, and not managing to wear a pretty scarf without looking like a twat who has got herself tangled in something.
Love Miss Cisco XXX