Last week I turned 35. I know that we are apparently meant to be afraid of ageing (well, that’s what I assume given the amount of ads I see talking about anti-ageing creams and botox and the like), but I embrace it. I’m embracing the adventures I’ve had over the last 35 years, the wonderful memories I’ve made and the wisdom that comes with experience. I’ve got a lot of friends who didn’t make it to 35 so I’m determined to damn well treasure the fact that I am here.

When I was younger I thought I was hot shit. I thought I knew it all and no one could tell me otherwise. I was a bit of an arrogant dickhead to be honest, and looking back I cringe at some of the things I’ve said and done. And so I thought I’d share a bit of advice from my experience with life so far – to my younger self (not that I would have listened), to my teenage stepson, and maybe a bit to my current self? Sometimes I need a reminder, we all do. View Post