Do you want to hear something ridiculous? It's a bit of a confession really.
When I read certain blogs I feel lost and little, um... unsuccessful? Insecure? It makes me wonder why I'm not in a position to travel, to buy lovely clothes and house decor, to have super cute babies or a puppy. It's weird I feel like that because counting my blessings I have everything I need and more and I'm actually very successful. The fruits of my labours isn't the number of blog followers I have or number of things I own from expensive shops - those might be yours and that's absolutely fine. I have dreams that have come and are coming true, those other things aren't my dreams. The number of my blessings is the number of times in a day Stuart tells me he loves me multiplied by the number of odd socks in our laundry basket... plus a bajillion.
Year 25 is coming to a close and I'm getting my Year 26 goals in order. Realising my potential and my success is going to be one of them.
That is all. Y26 is only going to be onward and upward from where Y25 ends.