As I typed this heading, I accidentally wrote ‘wider’ instead of ‘wiser’, and had a chuckle, thinking that was perhaps a more accurate depiction of another year around the sun.
I’m not sure if we really do get wiser with age, I tend to find myself forgetting almost as much as I’m learning, but I do believe we have a deeper appreciation for moments of authenticity.
During my birthday week I was very fortunate to have my cup filled in many ways.
First stop: the Gold Coast, where I danced my heart out at a P!NK concert on my birthday, proving that age is just a number when you've got killer dance moves and a penchant for sequins.
Being an older parent does give me the opportunity to find my childhood joy again. At Dreamworld, I found myself transported back to my own youth, reliving the magic through my son’s unbridled enthusiasm. It was a reminder that age is just a number, and the true essence of life lies in cherishing each moment with childlike wonder.
And filling my friendship cup, the Company of Women luncheon hosted by the fabulous Jo from Kickass Women was just the inspirational soiree I needed to get myself back on my feet after a bout of gastro (thanks daycare). Surrounded by a squad of fierce, fabulous females, I couldn't help but feel like I'd stumbled into my own version of "The Golden Girls" (minus the retirement home and questionable fashion choices). Seriously though, this bi-monthly luncheon is a fabulous place to be uplifted by the success of other women around you.
As the candles melted away on my birthday cake (seriously, who thought it was a good idea to put that many candles on a single cake?), I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the journey that is life. Sure, there may be a few more wrinkles and grey hairs along the way, but each one tells a story.
