I hit forty this month. Did I mention?! And now I’m here, forty feels like the autumn of my life.
Stay with me here, mummas. Sounds a bit weird, but I know you’ve come to expect that. Weird is my happy place, after all!
It’s kind of mathematical. I’ve always thought of life as being divided into seasons. If I’m lucky enough to make it to eighty, then my four seasons would be four little chunks of twenty.
I’ve done spring – those first twenty years when life is budding and you bounce around like an excited lamb, learning all the things. Spring was cute, but trust me, life gets cuter.
The second twenty years were my summer, in full glorious bloom. OK, so most days I was distinctly nothing like a rose garden – but you catch my drift. There was magic in the air and flowers in my hair. (I know – that rhyme was terrible!)
Here’s the Autumn of My Life
And now comes autumn, which quite honestly has always been my favourite. I was born in the autumn, so I think that makes a difference. Do you favour your birthday season?
Anyway it’s the time of year for bonfires, fireworks, pumpkins, Halloween. Rustling through crunchy leaves, sitting by crackling fires, snuggling up with a blanket and marshmallow-y hot chocolate.
Fresh autumn walks when it’s cold enough to bundle up in a scarf but not so cold your fingers feel frosty. And the colours – even a grey day can never be grey. The trees are alive with the fire of orange leaves which fall around you like bright confetti.
Autumn promises nothing but always brings surprises.
Not like that sneaky summer which is meant to be hot but never is. (Or if it is, it’s too damned sweaty.)
Not like cheeky old winter which promises a white Christmas but delivers you drizzle.
Autumn sells itself as chilly with a chance of rain clouds. Then it rocks up with it’s glorious sunny surprises, it’s Indian summers, its crisp gorgeous days. Autumn is the jewel in the crown.
Embrace That Magic
So now I’m in the autumn of my life, I’m ready to embrace that magic. I know in terms of seasons, it’s the part where bits shrivel up and fall off. And over the next twenty years, that’s quite possibly what will happen!
But right now I’m ready to live in my season of fire. My season of unexpected sunshine, of glorious days when you just expected grey, of oranges, reds and yellows.
Because I have so many exciting things planned for my autumn. I am a mum now. For a long part of my so-called blooming summer I thought I never would be. But it’s also my time to be fierce. To do all those exciting things I was too cautious to do in my greener seasons. I have so many dreams getting ready to take flight…
My first romcom novel is hitting the inboxes of agents and publishers, and I am having a ball writing my second. One day these books will be published – I have every faith.
I’m working on a fantastic new author website, full of pineapples and frolics. It will be my space to blog about writing, and to share what I learn along the way. I would love to support other writers on this glorious creative journey, and I have even more plans for that too.
I have an amazing idea for a non-fiction project which I know would make a fantastic book. I can’t wait to tell you more when the concept has finished brewing.
In fact, I’m so full of ideas my head feels like it’s blossoming in spring. It’s amazing how creativity flows when you are doing things you love, surrounded by people who set your soul alight.
It has taken me forty years of rickety uphill climbing to get here, but now it’s time to take my feet off the pedals and bomb down that hill like I have nothing to fear.
So forty, let me at you. Autumn of my life, I’m ready. Let’s hit this dazzling season like a woman who means business.
I Would Love to Know…
Which season of your life do you feel like you’re in? And do you have a favourite? I’m always excited to hear your thoughts, so please do pop a few words in the comments further below.
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