Ever since I started seeing that I actually had lots of value to share on my blog albeit, in a totally different direction to what I originally intended, all these amazing ideas have been popping into my head of things I really want to share with you. So keeping in the theme of openly talking about what it is like to be journeying through my forties and discovering all sorts of new crazy and sometimes shitty things about myself, I thought I would share with you how I managed to deal with and overcome some horrible issues that my raging (Wanna-be teenage) hormones were doing to me.
Is age only a number? Well before I turned forty, heck even when I had turned forty that is exactly what I thought. Since I am now forty plus one year I have come to the stark realization that actually age is exactly that, it is age and boy it can hit you square in the middle of your forehead and make you feel ancient, even before you are 42.
So how do you get yourself out of that way of thinking? Well, there is really only one thing you can do and that is to accept it and move on. It is to be celebrated, not denied.
I thought I would share a few sentiments and thoughts, on why I think forty shouldn’t be considered a dirty word like the world makes you think it is, and why all of us beautiful middle-aged women need to accept that is has to happen, and take the bull by the horns and just move on and make the most of it. We aren’t dead yet right? Read More
So it turns out that I am not going crazy and that my near 40 year old body is not failing me but merely needs a little bit of help. I hope to blog about all of this really soon as I am full of hope that I have found the solution to a myriad of underlying issues that I have been going through and I know I am not alone in this so will certainly be sharing my findings with
you all. Life apparently doesn’t need to be rolercoaster. Watch this space.