In just over forty minutes, I’m going to cross the barrier into being 35.
I’m spending my birthday down in Cornwall, staying with my Dad. Relaxation, reading, walks on the cliff, and an upcoming day of photo adventure with my friend Tris.
There have been plenty of points recently where I’ve been down, or depressed, or lonely. I may lack confidence in myself. But I’m not going to let that stop me.
Being 33 was rough. Being 34 was even rougher.
I’m aiming to make 35 a whole lot more fun.