I turned 35 today. I guess birthdays are a good time to celebrate and reflect. Looking back over the last 12 months I would say I have been experiencing a kind of 'kid life' crisis. It's like standing at the threshold of the next version of myself, not knowing what that version is meant to look like. In the last year I.....joined a gym (and consequently found my collar bones again), realised most of my friends are between 5-15 years younger than me, got a fake tan and went clubbing, bought skinny jeans and converse shoes, and invested in expensive eye cream. But I also... got SUPER excited about getting a proper grown up watch and about systemising my plastic containers drawer, was the crazy parent on the sidelines of every one of my kids school events, dreamt more about sleeping than I actually slept, dished out relationship advice, parenting advice, endless dinners, hugs and band aids.

The big questions is, 'How do I value the impact of 35 years on a body and mind, while still holding fast to a youthful heart?' My hope for 2017 is to OWN my age! Not to be a 35 trying to be 25, or a 35 resigned to acting 45. But to be a bold and beautiful 35, living a vibrantly mature life.