I turned 50 recently. Crikey, even writing that phrase feels weird. I’m still 23 in my head.
Yep. I reached the half ton (if you’re a cricketer), the half century (if you’re an historian) and I can no longer deny that I am middle aged (if you’re an anthropologist).
So I have used this somewhat significant milestone to do a bit of an analysis of the previous decade.
I’ve just been through possibly the most life-altering time of my life since puberty.
In my forties… (in no particular order)
I had my nose pierced. (Since given up.)
I travelled with my husband and three boys to 15 countries in Europe, Asia, Africa and the Middle East.
I coloured my hair for the first time and proceeded to dye it a rainbow hue of various colours over the next ten years.
I went back to theatre and found lifelong friends.
I found a new community singing group and a musical home and family in the process.
I took up running and ran in three half marathons and the Scotland Run in Central Park in New York City. And I got to train with Olympic marathon runner, Steve Moneghetti.
I began writing my own songs. (You can check out some on my Songs page.)
I completed two community projects with World Expeditions, building a bridge in Peru and a school in Nepal.
I bought and learned to play a banjo and ukulele.
I took up crochet for the first time since my mother taught me how when I was a kid.
I became a special education teacher, a job for which I was not previously qualified or experienced but that I found I was good at. And I love it with a passion.
I discovered I can draw. (There’s a whole gallery here.)
I broke six ribs and punctured a lung falling off a wooden box after trying to kill a tiny moth. (That story never gets old.)
I completed the Oxfam Trailwalker 100km challenge twice – in 2012 and 2014. And raised thousands of dollars for Oxfam in the process. (That’s what it’s really all about.)
I took up rowing and then dropped it again.
I lost my father to mesothelioma.
I learnt that I can sing. No, like, really sing.
I became a Great Aunt. (Not that I wasn’t already one but now it has capital letters.)
I started a blog.
I’ve already started building a bucket list for the next decade because I know anything is possible.
Related posts about some of the things in this list that may be of interest:
(Plus any post starring the Flying Beetroot. Use the Search function.)