I don’t make a fuss about my birthday. Because, years ago, I used to celebrate it with my besties and my kids, so it’s just not the same without them. It’s true that hubby remembered this year and he is awesome. Not that he forgot last year, he just didn’t realise it, being retired he doesn’t keep track of dates.

I think I want the big six-o in a few years to be a huge celebration, on a cruise or similar exotic and exciting destination, with my kids, and a couple of friends, and hubby of course. Today, I’m content with getting on with our move – it will be present enough when that’s over with.

Lately I’ve been thinking about my personal power. About who I am. What makes me tick. Not just as a daughter, a sister, a mother, wife or friend. It’s an interesting journey. At 56, the age my dad was when he passed, I’m finally trying to work out, what I should’ve figured out way back, in my early twenties. I’ve always measured myself by others. I suspect many others do too.

Who am I if I’m not doing things for others? I think I can answer that question now, finally. I’m looking forward to growing into that person over the next thirty years.

A key, for me, is to plan ahead – dream it, create it, make plans. Where do I want to be in six months, a year, two years, five years? I want to spend time with my kids, meaningful time, not live in their pockets but in a way that works for each person, individually. I want to travel more. I want to earn money – doing what I love. I want to be fit, healthy, loved, abundant and prosperous.

That’s not a bad list off the top of my head. The next step is to shape it into a plan. It can be done. If I can just be a little bit more patient, and a little less stubborn. Small steps, always in the right direction.