Last week I had a big birthday - maybe not the nice round number kind of big, but big to me.
I turned 29 - meaning I have just 12 months left of being a reckless 20-something and I fully intend to make the most of them.
A friend sent me an article entitled ‘30 things to do before you’re 30’ and it really resonated. Many of the things I’ve already ticked off - I ran my first half marathon two weeks ago, have bagged a few Munros and I’ve been to more than one all night rave (sorry mum).
There is the best part of a decade of bar-tending experience under my belt and can confidently tick off ‘go to a music festival’ and ‘host a party’ but there are lots I haven’t done and I’m going to attempt to get through them all before next July.
So expect to see me pop up in a pottery class, join a local sports team and try a bungee jump soon.
I’m less keen to eat something disgusting and I’ll need to reluctantly dig out the ‘teach yourself Greek’ DVDs bought in 2009 and never used to tick off attempt to learn a new language.
I’m most apprehensive about number 21 on the list - ‘eat in a restaurant alone’.
It’s something I’ve never done and the thought of asking for a table for one is a frightening one. But, armed with a book or newspaper, I’m going to tick it off my list.
A friend once told me to embrace getting older as it signals you’re wiser. She also said ‘moisturise, moisture, moisturise’.
But I prefer Lucille Ball’s advice in how to stay young ‘Live honestly, eat slowly and lie about your age.’
So I might invest in a good moisturiser and just stick to being 29 for a while!