8 hours

In 8 hours I will be 44.  Today I have been reflecting on my life thus far or rather the last 12 months.  Although at best of time I don't think I do that much in my life or have much to show for it, I have actually done quite a bit.  I should be proud of what I have accomplished.
I think Aussies are self deprecating.  We don't like to look too big or we may seem like we have big egos.  And what we do to each other can be disappointing.  It is sad.  You can be successful but not too successful.  We call it, 'tall poppi syndrome'.
In the last 6 months, I would say it has been the best part of my 40's.  I did stuff, even if I have slowed down a bit, I have achieve stuff. 
Walking to Sydney (or near Sydney) was probably the most memorable.  How could I forget that walk?  My muscles kept reminding me for weeks afterward.  I was sore! I can honestly say I never thought I could do it.  I am glad I did because I felt like 'I can do anything' after that experience. Now I want more experiences like it and I don't want it to stop.
Then there was the play.  I was going to shelve it because I didn't think it would ever get off the ground.  There were so many stops and starts.  I felt like maybe I should just forget about it but I am glad my agent/director didn't.  He made sure we moved with it and put it on.  March 17 may have been St Patrick's Day but it was the day my play was presented to the world.  I may never have another opportunity to write or perform another play and that would be OK with me because I was great for just 1 hour of my life.
Now, what greatness can I bestow upon myself in the next 12 months?  There is so much I want to do.  My health and fitness is a priority, so I will aim for peak fitness.  I will endeavor to loose 24kgm or around 56lb by my birthday next year.  I want to see my body change and be cut and see every muscle defined.  Then I have my second walk to Sydney.  Yes I am attempting it again.  I am not sure how it will go but you know I will keep you posted. 
By next year I will speak confident French.  Maybe not perfect but holding a conversation even I can understand.  Also I want to have my passport and to book my airline ticket to Paris, so I have to be on top of my savings.  Lastly, this year is about getting published for any writings.  So I better get to work then.  For what is it worth, Happy Birthday to me and all the best for the next 12 months.  Knock 'em dead kido!
As always I am glad you are on the journey with me.  You are my keen readers and although I don't know who any of you are it's great to have you along for the ride.  And what a ride it is!
love yah Lizz