A Birthday wish list {& how I feel about turning 37!}

It’s just over a month away from my 37th birthday. Thirty-seventh birthday! Jeez – how has that snuck up on me? Do you remember being eighteen {I do – just about} and thinking how insane it would be to be in your thirties? Then BOOM! You’re on the higher end of your thirties and thinking where in hell the last twenty years went!

Welcome to my world. Because as for those last twenty years and where they went? I have no idea. I mean, I guess I have a fair idea which is covered in newborns, dirty nappies, sleepless nights, a lot of heartaches, some travelling, a marriage, a divorce, finding new love, getting married {again} and basically existing. 

Turning 37 feels like a pretty huge deal to me. It’s one year closer to forty and even though I’m not quite there yet, it’s something that feels incredibly unavoidable. Because that milestone is going to happen! Do I do anything particularly special for my birthday? No, not really. I think you get to a stage where it’s a day like any other day. Also, my eldest girl celebrates her birthday just a few days after me, so I guess all of my celebratory feels get aimed towards her. 

However, what better way to distract me from my impending birthday milestone than by putting together a birthday wishlist. On that wish list, I have things like a handbag of holding, some new converse, the cutest scissors Bunny organiser, some white glazed rose earrings, a cactus pen holder, a mug, a wire ‘Laugh’ sign and lastly, a Boho style scarf hangar – which is just super pretty! 

I mean, we all need a cactus desktop organiser in our life! Right?