Ok don't panic... everything is going to be oookkkk

This week I bought wrinkle cream.

That fandangle Garnier stuff that makes the skin all supple and soft and apparently helps smooth out fine lines.

See my slight hiccup is that in exactly 12 weeks I will be turning the big 3-0.

Now I am not hearing any drumming, ticking, explosions or anything that sounds like a parade of random words that I apparently should be hearing when you near 30.

All I hear is wrinkle cream.

Why!! Why did I buy it?

I was sucked in by those stupid advertisements about youthful skin! I'm a sucker I know but come on, if you could see my skin, you would be buying a jar or two. Its pretty soft, baby bum soft.

Now, who knows if this stuff will work but soft skin, is soft skin and this baby loves soft skin.

So in 12 weeks I will be 30 years young. I was wondering over the weekend and these past few days about pathways, if I signed the dotted line and joined the Australian Airforce, where would I be today?

What if I decided to stay in London instead of emailing my boss in Australia and telling him I was coming back (I had the letter of resignation attached to the email too).

But I haven't regretted a thing, or any decision I have made in my 20s because my 20s were fucking fantastic!

Sorry about the language but seriously my 20s were spent travelling world, living in different cities, building a career, and finally finishing it off by buying my first home.

And without sounding too Disney (as I like to call it) I have a boyfriend who is wonderful, is smart as well as a smart arse, makes me laugh, and knows how to cook. Not too shabby!

And 12 weeks out from my birthday, I can reflect back and smile.

I might have bought wrinkle today but maybe when I turn 40 I will look like a 30 year old. If not, well my breasts better be naturally death defying and have an arse that won't quit!