At exactly 11:05 a.m. on New Year's Eve in 1975, I gave my beautiful mother something to scream about - by birthing me. I still get excited by my own birthday, despite me being a [pint sized] adult. It's pretty hard not to - considering that the rest of the world is celebrating with me. Here are some things I've learnt over the years:

1) The older I get, the simpler your wish list becomes. "To be alive and well" is at the top of my list, and I'm very grateful that is the case.

2) Better to give than to receive. So very true - nothing delights me more than giving loved ones a present. On my birthday two or three years ago, I made red wine velvet cupcakes for friends, which I loved doing.

3) There's no point in worrying about your age. Because really, what is there to gain from that?

4) Do not get shitfaced on your birthday. Because on the morning after, you'll be wishing that you had the metabolism of an 18 year old.

5) No matter what the celebration may be, as long as it's with loved ones, that's all it matters. The past few years, my birthday has been celebrated in a very low-key manner. But there's one thing that's been consistent: the presence of those dearest to me.

Today has been wonderful so far, with so many birthday greetings and messages. (Thank you!!!) I don't know what's in store for the rest of the day, but as of right now, I'm enjoying the quiet moment at home with the Aussie (who is able to spend the afternoon home from work).