I just turned 36 and here's what I'm learning about getting older.

An update on my Big Hairy Audacious Goals and how playing safe produces little to no results.

At the start of the year I did a pretty terrifying thing (for me!) and pulled back the curtain (only a tiny bit mind you) on some of my aspirational goals for this year.

By definition, the word audacious implies a certain level of irrational self belief - something I’ve since come to realise I am sadly lacking in. When I created that reel, I naively believed the battle was in putting my hopes and dreams out into the world; that somehow by doing so, I would garner the momentum that has eluded me for the last two decades.

The five main goals I set myself for the year encapsulated my financial and career dreams - goals which are typically held close to the chest. After articulating my desired destination, I chartered a rough course for myself and began to do some work to get me on my way. Not long after, the mystical muse called motivation abandoned me and I found that the relentless work of chasing your dream left me feeling raw and bruised with each blow of rejection and disappointment.

And so I relaxed.

A month went by …

And then another one …

And another still.

Before I realised what was happening, it was May - my birth month and I had only made about