Older.

Another year gone.

Older. Hopefully wiser. But definitely happier.

Parties with balloons, Barbie-shaped birthday cakes and lots of pressies have been replaced with a quiet night out, sipping wine and being with people who matter.

This year, instead of going, "I wish I had/could/did...", I counted my blessings. And I have so many.

There's a complete myth about getting older. It's not about the wrinkles, the extra weight we pile on over the years, the pressure to settle down with 2.5 kids or making more money. It's about finally feeling comfortable in your own skin.

I'm older. And i'm lovin' it.