When I was a girl, I had big dreams. Dreams of making a difference, being famous.

For what I don’t know but I always felt I was meant to do something.

Whether it be a famous actress or find the cure for cancer I felt that was my purpose.

I don’t think it’s uncommon to feel like that. Anything is possible when you are a child. You don’t see barriers everything seems so easy. You have more energy, more enthusiasm less rubbish cluttering up your brain.

As you grow older and more cynical life gets in the way. You discover that life isn’t that easy and just getting through the day sometimes can be an achievement.

For me now my mission is to be happy. Now in midlife I realise I’m not going to change the world.

I still have dreams and aspirations but they are on a smaller scale now.

I know that I have made people happy, smile on the way.

So in a small way I have made a difference.

I do my best to be kind, generous with my time and try to remember those less fortunate.

I’m constantly being berated by my cynical husband for giving money on the streets to the homeless.

What’s €2? Even if they are going to spend it on drugs wouldn’t you in their situation?

And that whatever happens in my future I’ve done my best.

That’s my mission.