I was bored, angry, tired and sad. I felt all alone yet I had nothing to complain about. I had a good job, a husband who as far as I could tell wasnt shagging his assistant, three children who apart from being the occasional assholes were pretty good kids; a house, a dog and everything else we are told as little girls we should aspire to. But inside, I was growing restless. I was sick of having the same dull conversations about meal plans and kid-friendly holidays. I was frustrated with having the same married sex Id been having for the past seven years, or not having any sex at all. I didnt want to be looked at as just a mom. I wanted to be desired, to make someones hair stand on end and go crazy for me. I didnt want to live by some label that didnt represent me. I looked at my messy SUV after my yoga class one morning and I wanted to vomit on it all. I panicked, thinking about how I am slowly approaching middle age and the menopause and I wondered how many years do I have left of being f**ckable before everything starts going downhill?We have many sides to us, most of the time we think we must choose just one character and stick to it. But the truth is, we can be all of them without having to choose. I am finally able to show the world that I am a bit of an idiot who dances around her kitchen in her knickers and makes silly videos with her husband, as well as a responsible parent and a businesswoman who runs her own company.When you find authenticity its hard to go back. Its like opening a door to the truth and starting to breathe a new type of air. This discovery is what prompted me to write. Its my way of saying HERE I AM. I dont think we should be sorry for who we are. None of us. n