I splatter blueberry juice over half my kitchen, squeeze lemon over my sleeve, leave a carton of salt in the bathroom.
I laugh, free and unconcerned and happy to be alive. Happy that it's my birthday and I've created a beautiful pavlova and strangely combined it with hot whiskeys.
When I feel old, I celebrate the best thing about ageing: the strength, the confidence, the joy in just being who I am.
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