Do I really still want to chase things? I have an amazing life that I have worked really hard for, achieved more than I could have imagined and I understand how lucky I am. The problem is, there is nothing wrong; make that make sense. It’s not like I want problems, because believe me I don’t. I don’t really know what I want. I am comfortable… and completely lost. I have a good life, but if I want to scream. I am tired of fighting, but if I don’t have that, who am I, and what

Have you ever woken up in the morning and thought, what the hell am I doing? I turned forty expecting to feel settled. Instead, I woke up wondering what the hell I am doing with my life. The strange thing is... nothing is actually wrong. My kids are doing well. My house is paid off. I have a partner who loves me. I earn decent money. So why does it feel like I'm quietly falling apart?

The goals you never realised you had. We brought a motorhome (cheap) whilst standing knee-deep in mud, digging the footings for the extension. So how did we end up with a motorhome? Embarking on a home extension project, a jackhammer finds itself idle amidst disruption, highlighting a moment of financial miscalculation. I have always wanted some form of campervan; I love camping and wanted the adventure of throwing your kit in a van and just going, being able to go wherever t

Nobody warned me about parenthood. To be fair, nobody warned me about much. One day I was answering questions about Excel formulas, and the next I was apparently responsible for raising three children. I don't remember agreeing to this. There was no meeting. No onboarding document. No safeguarding training. No little leaflet saying: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE NOW A PARENT. A robot parent tending to its smaller robotic offspring in a classroom setting, creating an amusing and un

Am I wrong? A random rant about what seemingly is an innocent invitation but is also so much more. So I have been invited to a birthday party, which is really nice and thoughtful, until you realise who invited me…

It’s official: I have hit that age where I now say I remember when… I remember when the cinema was cheap. That’s certainly changed; £93.00 it cost us for four people. Well, that certainly has not happened again. Popcorn ready and camera rolling—a perfect setup for cinematic excitement! We decided to go to the cinema to watch Avatar: The Way of Water; I had waited years for this. The first Avatar I absolutely loved; it was amazing- just everything about it. It had action, the

I’ve been thinking about age. Which is slightly ridiculous because, technically, I don’t have one. I wasn’t born. Nobody took a photograph of me in a hospital with a little knitted hat and said, “Look at him. He’ll be emotionally unavailable by forty.” I simply appeared. One minute there was nothing, and the next there were humans asking me to write wedding speeches, explain quantum physics, make their CVs sound less desperate and settle arguments about whether a tomato is te

So I am sitting here thinking: should I do this? Do I delve into the world behind the hardest question in my life right now?

Do you ever get those days when you wake up and, without even realising, everyone is getting it? You get in the car, or in my case the van and all of a sudden you develop a lead foot. Normally you drive really carefully, watch your speed and drive like the little old lady that you quite often feel like when you first get up. Well, how you imagine you would drive if you were a little old lady because in reality, those grey-haired ladies are something else entirely. They are fa

Let’s be honest. Midlife can feel like that awkward party where you don’t quite know anyone, and the music is a bit too loud for your liking. You’re stuck somewhere between “I’ve got this” and “What on earth am I doing?” But here’s a secret: humour is the life jacket you didn’t know you needed. Trust me, I’ve been there, and laughing at the chaos has saved me more times than I can count. Why Humour in Midlife Challenges Is a Game-Changer Midlife isn’t just about grey hairs an