This year I turned *cough* 39 *cough*. Now, I don’t normally get hung up on age because, let’s face it, unless you’re an actor, supermodel or desperate to hit legal drinking age, it really doesn’t matter a great deal. But, every so often when a big milestone approaches, like 40, it makes me stop and reflect on the life I’ve been blessed with. This year, as my birthday rolled around and I was in the thick of one of the most crazy endeavours of my life, I was struck by just how life hasn’t quite gone the way I thought it would. Not in a bad way, just in an “isn’t it funny” kind of way.
When I was in Grade 2 and all of seven years old, one of…
