Ok, I have officially gone mad. As I’ve spoken about before, I’ve been really struggling with the whole retirement and personal identity thing. Having been doing things like coaching/branding/consultancy etc for years, throwing the entire baby out seemed a bit daft, but at the same time, I felt that I just didn’t want to carry on on that corporate treadmill much longer. So I’ve been looking around, stalking courses etc that interested me. I nearly signed up for a creative writing course, but it somehow felt too solitary. So today I enrolled on a course at the London college of Fashion to do personal styling. I am literally on the verge of hyperventialting with fright (meet stylish new people - argh, go to big scary city without back up - double argh), but at the same time I feel exhilarated. Even if I don’t make a huge business of it, I have enough contacts that it could be a really fun, very part time, career. Plus it will shove me very firmly right out of my comfort zone. And I need/want something that’s fun, and happy, and feels good. I’ve been in such a mire for such a long time with my own health, plus 20 plus years of fretting about DD’s health, that this is truly the most selfish and self centred thing I have ever done. And surely I’m not unique - there must be other older women who want help to negotiate the next phase of their lives. So...I’m bonkers, aren’t I? :) :). If I’d ever had to guess my most likely retirement gig, this would have been below opera singer, and above pole dancer in the likelihood stakes. Even if I never earn a penny from it, I think it will be amazing for me in any case. #OldLadyHasTeenageRebellion