Today I turn 40, which actually I'm really okay with.

PippaD looking very small next to a MASSIVE piece of Art. And technically standing on it too.

I'm not worried about it, nor have I ever been worried about it, despite a few of my friends being all "Oooh it's a big one!" because age is just a number and if you ask me how old I am, I'll answer anything from 26 to 63 depending on how I'm feeling, how cheeky I'm feeling and what I think I'll get away with.

In fact, answering I'm older than I really am is really fun. I'll say "I'm 45" and most people then say "You don't look it!", or "I had you at 35!" or similar and I get all pleased and smug and it's the easiest way to get a compliment; Although one person did once say, "I thought you were older" and now I don't talk to them any more.

I'm deciding between either going horse riding (maybe not lessons again, but a refresher course and then group hacks or something) or having a little holiday alone (I'm thinking Prague for some reason, and I'm not really sure where the Czech Republic is, so I have no idea why I'm being drawn there), but I did get a brand new phone for my birthday, so maybe the big dreams will have to wait a while longer.

That's not the point of this post though.

The point of this post is that I want to make this next year count. I'm not going to give myself a bucket list of things to do. I'm not going to promise that I'm going to lose weight, or write a book or one of the hundreds of other things that I get over excited about.

No. Instead, I'm going to promise that I'm going to make this next year count. I'm going to ensure that I do things that make me and my family happy.

I'm going to enjoy every. single. day.