Some mutterings from an embryo

Hello.
Welcome to my new blog.

I'm going to be 40 next week.
This has come as something of a shock, which is particularly stupid, as I've had 39 years, 360 days to get used to the idea.
But it seems so grown up. And one thing no one has ever accused me of being is grown up. By 40, things are supposed to be settled, and sorted, and ... comfortable. Surely it's supposed to get easier by now?
Not in my world, apparently. I still feel like a teenager quite a lot of the time. Chaos is still the predominant adjective for my life. Something is plainly not right.

As the Queen of procrastination, I have spent most of my adult life putting off until an undefined 'tomorrow' anything and everything... and it's suddenly dawned on me that there is a serious danger that I'll still be half way through all the things I want to do when I'm 90.
So, its time to make some changes...

A very good friend said to me recently that the next 10 years should be the best 10 years so far... I'd like that to be true.

This blog is going to serve as an attempt to document my journey through the first year of this monumentous journey. Come with me, if you like. It may be a bumpy ride, but there might be a few laughs on the way!