I begin writing this on a countdown. I intended to begin a blog far earlier in the year but, wouldn’t you know it, it’s already bloody April.
Assuming I don’t get hit by a bus, or similar, I will soon be forty years old. I find this quite thrilling, not least because my thirties were such hard work (more of that anon). Psychologically speaking the lure of a clean, new decade is one I’m finding most intoxicating.
Additionally, I am excited at the thought of being in my forties because I’ve been middle-aged since I was about 11. I luxuriate in being sensible; I never even used Sun-In at school. To that end, I will not be embarking upon any great feats such as running a marathon, doing a bungee jump, buying a Harley-Davidson or getting a tattoo (I am far too fickle in my tastes for the latter). For me, the challenge is to write stuff.
I have plans to write a book but I also want to write about all sorts of other stuff. That is where this blog comes into it. As it says in the side bar, I plan to write about the things I want to write about. This could include, but is not limited to, such topics as finding the perfect lipstick, dealing with widowhood, what makes a perfect breakfast, why New York City is the perfect place for a solo jaunt, interior design for the domestic slattern, Spotify playlist husbandry, and other such wisdom.