A pre-milestone birthday makes you think about the big things.
I turned 39 last week. It was probably the quietest birthday I've ever had but for some reason it hit me the most emotionally.
I feel like that big truck called life has suddenly sped towards me. Honk honk! Big wheels keep on turning, proud Rhysie keeps on burning ... burning the coal that fuels the fire in the belly. I've got to keep on running.
I've now entered the last year of my thirties. According to the song, I have only one year left before 'life begins.'
But is that true? Is turning 40 something to look forward to or is that just a song written by John Lennon? Because I'm pretty sure his life ended when he was 40.