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It's that bl**dy time of the year again.

My Birthday month.  

Actually, let me rephrase that, One month (less a few days) before my Birthday.

And naturally, it is showing itself in multi-layered and complicated colours, once again.  

Now before I have a whinge, it is not because I worry about getting older.  I love my life and what I've accomplished.  I love how I live it every day with my horses and Spirit, and I love the people who have chosen to live within it, with me.  

So, it's not about that.

It's not even about the physical aging thing because I swear, hand on heart, I can say to the young one, This crinkle is where you and Vinny decided to walk home at 3am in the morning, through the bad part of town, and got jumped... and this one is when you woke me up to say that I needed to take you guys to A and E, because you couldn't find part of Vinny's ear, and you'd looked everywhere - his Mother is still not speaking to me over that one.....Oooooohhhh, this one is that New Years Eve when you called me and said, Hey come get me. I've changed my mind...that one literally changed the course of your life.  Then I have my own stories of business and love, friends, family, travel, horses and Spirit, success and failures.

So, my crinkles are a road, or many roads, mapping the journey of my life.  

And I'm ok with that. 

However, what I find a pain in the a** is this is Spirits, Spring Clean of my life for the next 12 months.  So stupid sh*te happens.

I mean, it's a miracle if I don't have an accident (of which I have just had one today), and there are disagreements, upsets and general chaos and mayhem that travels with me from the six weeks out from my Birthday, until my Birthday actually hits.  

In fact, if I'm being honest, getting to my actual Birthday is normally a relief, because all of a sudden what is left is peace, contentment and soul.  

So, the end result is always awesome, it's just the getting to bit which I find slightly challenging.  

And I tend to whinge, moan, complain and generally be a huge pain in the a** until I realize that Spirit aren't trying to upset me but rather, help me.  In which case, all of a sudden, I give in and fine tune, tweak, add in, subtract and generally work with Spirit.

To get to the brilliant end result.


Which leaves me free and clear to live and love, the following 10 months and 14 days, until I wake up one morning with chaos and mayhem knocking on my door, tapping on my window and sliding through the cracks and I go...

F*k, it's that time of year.


Much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.

T and Spirit