As we grow up and start acquiring adult responsibilities, do we lose our capacity to find Excitement in our lives? That feeling of Oh My God I Don’t Know What To Do With Myself, the butterfly farm in the tummy, the anticipation which (hopefully and if we’re really lucky) is borne out by the reality.
I’d love to know about where you find yours. My Top Three would include:
1. The day my husband and I got married in 1992. Rain, wind, who cares. We had family and friends and we had each other. And still do.
2. The day I graduated from the Open University in 2010. I did my degree late compared to many, I didn’t start until I was 40. But the day I marched from one side of the stage to the other, coming back down the stairs with a BSc, was magic.
3. The day in 2014 that I got my first publishing acceptance of a short story that I’d written. It came complete with a contract covering things I’d never even thought about. Who’d have thought I’d ever have to think about what name I wanted to publish under?