I was in my yoga class earlier today and got chatting with the girl sitting next to me. By a strange coincidence we both had our 50th birthdays last week and both of us were surprised that neither of us looks that ‘old’. The lady the other side of me, also a spring chicken which I put down to the yoga, amazed us by telling us she was over 60. She has a toy boy of 46 and aims to live her life ‘disgracefully’. What a great concept. In fact I was reading some US research the other day that states that 44 is the worst year of your life if you’re a woman. Approaching 50 is not great either but after 50, you become happier with your life and yourself. I love that idea. Just think, every new day will bring you nearer to a state of joy. Looking in the mirror will hold no fear ‘cos we’ll love every wrinkle, lump and bump. Don’t know why I was so scared!