I discovered I was pregnant with my first born the day of my 30th birthday party.  It’s fair to say my thirties have been a pretty life changing decade.  And as I approach my forties I have been thinking about the life lessons I will be taking with me.

Here is an A-Z of the life lessons my 39 years life experience has taught me so far.

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A is for Alcohol

I spent my twenties learning which alcohol I like.  I tried them all just to be sure.  I also spent my twenties learning my limits (and often failing).  In my thirties I learned to recognise when to stop.  Normally for me it’s the point in the night where I find my self sat on a toilet talking to my self about not being able to feel my face.  The same thing happened when I had a bit too much gas and air!


B is for Body Suits

I learnt in the eighties that body suits are a bitch when you need a wee and have steered well clear of the returning trend.


C is for Cashmere

My experience has taught me that my ‘bung it all in’ approach to washing means I should never ever buy cashmere. 


D is for Dancing

Dancing makes you feel good.  However once you hit 35, the morning after a night of dancing you could be mistaken for thinking you spent the night doing some kind of boot camp training.  My thighs never used to complain when I danced.  35 is also the age where you should leave the twerking to those younger with perter posteriors.  You’ll only regret it when you see it on facebook!


E is for Exploding Eggs

If you leave eggs boiling in a pan and forget about them they will end up covering every surface of your kitchen including the ceiling.  Not to mention the smell, or the fact that the noise will sound like World War 3 has started in your kitchen.


F is for Friendships

Friendships come and go and change over time.  But I have learnt to appreciate the amazing friends who despite miles between us can pick up where we left off, no matter how long ago that was.  I appreciate the friends who are always there to lend a hand.  The friends in the playground who some days can be the only other grown up I talk to.  And I’ve learnt to let go of the friendships that turn toxic, the ones where the maintenance was all down to me.   I know the friends who would help me move house, and the friends who would help me move a body.  If required!

F is also for falling over which gets more painful and less easy to style out the older you get.


G is for Growing Old

Because as much as I moan about the grey hairs and wrinkles, it’s a privilege to grow old, and even more so when you have someone beside you to grow old with.


H is for Hair

In 39 years when it come to hair I have learnt…

  • Most people have had a hair cut that made them cry.
  • Nothing can get me down on a good hair day.
  • I have learnt my limitations and have come to accept that as far as up-dos are concerned a messy bun is the best that I can do.
  • Some things are best left to the professionals.
  • If I straighten my hair before the school run, it’s pretty much a given that it will rain.
  • A change of hairstyle can make you feel like a new woman.
  • My husband will always moan about my hair in the plug hole.


I is for Ignorance

The older you get the less tolerant you become for ignorance and it’s excuses.  Getting older is not an excuse for outdated views and opinions.  I have no tolerance for people’s intolerance.  


J is for Jumping

As a grown woman with ‘more than a handful’ it is impossible to jump without holding your boobs.  And peeing a little.


K is for Kisses

Sometimes more can be said with a kiss than a thousand words.


L is for Lifts

There are a shocking number of people that don’t know how to use lifts.  There will always be that one person who insists on pressing the button over and over again despite it not making the lift come any quicker.  There will also always be that one person who gets in the lift and moans that it is going in the wrong direction despite the lit up arrow above the door that told them which direction it was going in.  That person will also repeatedly hit the button for the number floor they want just in case they can get the lift to change it’s mind about the direction it is going in.


M is for Manners

Good manners will get you far in life.  People will always respond more positively to politeness.  If you don’t hold the door open for the parent struggling with the pushchair and the toddler, karma will slam a door in your face.



Come back soon for part two.


39 Years Life Experience is a series about turning 40.  To celebrate and try and come to terms with the next milestone I will be sharing a post each month about the things that I have learnt, and the things that matter to me, and maybe a few of my more embarrassing experiences, from my 39 years life experience. You can read more posts from the series here:


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