Tomorrow I will be forty! It seems almost impossible. I can remember as if it were yesterday being 10 and my grandad saying what a big thing it was to be in double figures. I can also remember being 18 and having a big birthday party with my two best friends. I can remember being 21 and about to embark on life after uni with the bitter disappointment of a 2:2, which now seems so irrelevant. Being thirty – overweight and stressed about work. Being 32 and happily celebrating my first birthday on Danish soil (photo below). Up and downs but many ups over the years.As you age birthdays seem to either take on a huge significance or seem irrelevant. A birthday with a zero on the end is always significant to me and I am looking forward to enjoying the day with my husband and son tomorrow. I have already enjoyed afternoon tea at Nimb with friends (below), next weekend its bubbly at the Bella Sky Bar with my oldest friend, who will be visiting from the UK (we can reminisce about that 18th birthday party we hosted a lifetime ago), my parents’ visiting in the summer and then a girls’ weekend in October with other friends, staying in a luxury apartment here in the city. As I am not the big party kind of person, this extended celebration suits me perfectly.But for a moment of introspection – this year has not been how I saw the year I turned forty. I didn’t imagine a serious bike accident and surgery, subsequent side effects of medication leading to a stomach pump and colonoscopy, weight gain and ongoing battle with pain management and physio without a clear end in sight. The last few months, more than the early ones of this year, have seen my positivity reserves really taking a kicking.But there have been many moments of pleasure too. After a period where I was unable to do normal things with my son, we have been able to have fun again – going on photowalks together, visiting our favourite museum, Louisiana and spending time together without my arm issue getting too much in the way. I am getting more writing work and this blog is flourishing. So June marks not just my entry into a new decade but also into the second half of a rather rubbish year and hopefully happier days.