Every year it rolls around, like clockwork apparently. It’s my birthday. In reality it’s just another day but with a nice chilled out meal at the pub tonight with friends. At times I think “When did I get to this age? That snuck up on me quickly” and you get a little worried about the things you thought you’d have achieved by this age. Should I own a home by now? I certainly never thought I’d get to 37 and be chronically single and in a job I don’t love but these things will get sorted at some stage.
I have my health and a lot of great friends and a wonderful family. I’m doing things outside work that I love, dangling from the roof, nude camping, dinners with the great friends I have. There are a lot of people with some serious problems in life. So today is one of work during the day and relaxing this evening.