A crazy idea?

I am a mother of three little wonders, the youngest of whom is about to turn 1.  Whilst I feel that ache in my heart that I will no longer have a tiny baby in my life (three daughters and I am done), I also have a very acute sense that I am at the end of an era.

For the last six and a bit years I have been wading through this thing called motherhood, whilst desperately trying to make magical a marriage, keep a lurking black dog at bay, and battle many of life’s curves balls.  I have reached a point, aided in some ways by turning 35 years old, where I have decided that it is time to stop being defined by my role as a mummy and start living a little..  A little bit more adventurous that is.  For my head and for the ticker.  Self preservation and all that.  So I’ve started drinking cocktails occasionally and now I think I want to try some new things.  Take up a couple more hobbies.  Perhaps find a new career path.  Do some physical challenges.  And go visit some places I have never been to.  Nothing too crazy, although there is a tiny part of me that wouldn’t mind a skydive if I could just pluck up the courage, just stuff I feel it’s time to try.  Things I can afford.  Like running the London Marathon, if the ballot permits me, or learning to fish or how to bake bread from scratch.  I wonder what it feels like to fly a glider.  Or be a life class model?  Yikes.  That is terrifying.

So here is my brainwave.  Why not try 40 new experience before I turn 40 years old?  All the while logging it away in this glorified diary of a blog for my kids to read when they are older and, if for no one else, myself.  40 for 40.  I may even except dares to do whatever anyone can come up with by the time I hit February 2022.  Whether it be holding a tarantula or pot holing, rally driving or knitting.

You only live once right?  So bring it on!